Wake me Up When Im Dead
All of us lived in the world,but lived in different country All of us have friends,but no one still loves me I'll be lying on my bed waiting the rose to get stuck in my head. So please stop judging cause i know no one loves me Waking up in the darkness makes me feel kinda dizzy So dont wake me up until someone will hit me People always talk with a thousand word,but one of your friends talks with a one word. And that is 'Dead'.They said you don't belong here. You know a thousand word wouldn't hurt me,but with a one sharp word. That'll totally kill me,i know its not the end of our world and its not the end of our soul But i think i'll be rotting in the shadow of darkness. Waving goodbye then suddenly fades away. So wake me up when im dead, Cause i'll be lying still on my bed.
2018-09-10 23:53:40
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Lorraine
Awww thanks!Im not sad though I just want to express people's emotionAnd i have a sad mind so yeah
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2018-09-11 01:18:59
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Girly M
This is deep.... Perfect 👌
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2018-09-11 19:22:18
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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