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Gammal 2008-04-16, 23:17   #2 (permalink)
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DIKTER JAG SKRIVIT GENOM ÅREN (LÄS PÅ DIN EGEN RISK)
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SVENSKA

Jag vill inte ha din sympati, bara din förståelse
tillit tar år av förtroende
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Jag ser alla i samhället
Alla är så lyckliga och har varandra.
Jag bankar och slår men jag kommer inte in, jag är inte en i gemensampet.
Jag andvänder mina armar som mänskliga skärbrädor.
När jag skär mig rinner min ångest ut och jag får lindring.
Tyvärr är lindringen inte för evigt.
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håll käften på er som bara ska döma
JA, jag syftar på dig me(d)
jag bryr mig inte ett jävla skit
Så sluta kolla på sne
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snälla känn där jag en gång hade ett hjärta och tryck så hårt du bara kan och hoppas jag känner nåt
Bara glöm mig, det är så enkelt
Jag förtjänar inte dig
Jag förtjänar ingen
Man tar saker för givet trots att man djupt inne vet att man inte förtjänar det, men andå hoppas man att det lilla man har kvar ska vara för evigt hur hopplöst framtiden än ser ut

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Engelska

If I die, would you care?
Would you really give a fuck?
The memories is killing me, so why bother?
Why should I try to become something I never will be?
Why should I understand the meaning with life?
why?. why?, WHY?
it is all pointless so why bother?
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I cut myself and wonder, what`s the point of it all?
is it ment for me to hope for a better tomorrow that seems further away for every day?
is it ment for me to hope for a better world that seems doomed in it`s existence?
Whats the point of it all?
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My arm is crying,
Because your lying,
You don`t give a shit,
All you do is sit,
You ask me how I feel,
Because you think that will make me heal,
But you know,
Even if It doesn`t show,
I`m slowly going down,
But atleast your in town,
When I need you the most,
You will always be my host..
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My arm is crying,
Because your lying,
You don`t give a shit,
All you do is sit,
You ask me how I feel,
Because you think that will make me heal,
But in the long run,
Not even the sun,
Can take it away,
So stop looking down on me and let`s play.
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Once upon a distant past I tried, but it was all in vain,
Worthless, pathetic, looser, weak, stuped, pointless is what I have been called threw out the years by so many people,
Why try when people are just out to hurt me?
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Once upon a time many years ago I gave a piece of my heart to this girl,
I knew deep inside back then that she deserved something better and in the end she agreed,
Never give someone your everything cause in the end that person might be gone and you are left with nothing.
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I cut myself and watch as the blood hits the ground and after hide it,
No one to talk to, no one to tell,
To scared to try for fear to be hurt again,
Alone I have been,
Alone I am,
Alone I will always be,
Nobody to save me from this fucking hell,
Nobody that cares,
Doomed in my own existence I fall slowly to the ground.
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come here and give me a hug,
hold me tight and don`t let go,
hold me tight and tell me everything will be alright,
look in to my eyes and say it as you mean it,
please stay by my side and don`t let go.
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when you see my arm please don`t be scared,
look into my eyes and tell me that you love me,
love is all I need,
I don`t ask for a miracle,
All I want is you by my side to tell me that you care and that you will never leave.

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En dikt en polare skrev om mej nån gång mellan höst 2006 till vår 2007

I said to him that we could analyze the situation
then he got the scars to prove that he is right
but i dont care if its right or wrong

He wants to let his arms be wounded
and gives no mercy to what other people think
It`s a lie but I guess it’s natural to feel this way
and for some reason he never asked me why

It looks like he lost his way to carry on
My friend he said I need you to carry me again
You can hear it in his whispering sound

Can he start over
or shall he just run away
run away into the night

I don`t care, I don`t care, I don`t care
he cares
he doesn`t care, he doesn`t care, he doesn`t care
I care

Senast redigerad av akumie den 2008-09-14 klockan 04:04.
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