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Tjej, 29 år. Bor i Östersund, Jämtlands län. Är offline

Ellen

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Riktigt namn: Ellen Civilstatus: Upptagen
Läggning: Straight
Intresse: Kreativitet
Bor: Kartong
Politik: Politik?
Dricker: Energidricka
Musikstil: Allt
Klädstil: Blandat
Medlem sedan: 2010-05-09

Event

Ellen har inte lagt till några event än.

Några dikter! :3

Bara för att.. Är nog några av de första av dikterna jag skrivit som jag faktiskt postar online nånstans.. hehe!

Sides

The music echoes trough the hall
I’m watching them dance
At this masquerade ball.
Hidden beneath,
The costume and mask
Lies darkness and evil
How I know, you ask?
Angels are watching
And devils are too.
They are both in this world
They are both parts of you.
Darkness and evil
Will always be here
But never forget
The light it still there.
You carry both sides
Under the mask you wear
You can chose any side,
But the other is still there.
The music has ended
The light fades away
Guests are now leaving
Nothing to say.
I’m watching them leave
This masquerade ball
As I slowly walk
Trough the darkened hall.
I still don’t know
What’s wrong or right
But one thing is sure
I will not lose this fight.



Enemy

Where should I run when my enemy is my mind,
When the one taunting me is my thoughts,
When the one who wants me dead is myself?
When you are your own enemy?

I almost wish that someone else
were the reason for my pain
What can you do?
Because my mind is always there and not letting me trough.

It’s such a pain to live because,
I’m not suicidal because of others
I’m suicidal because of myself.
I have no family there, no sisters or brothers.
When the pain you always feel is to great
My biggest source of relief is cutting and writing.
I can’t see the light
I can’t see the point of fighting

Where should I run when my enemy is my mind,
When the one taunting me is my thoughts,
When the one who wants me dead is myself?

In my world,
There’s nothing worth fighting for nor is there something
That’s worth all the pain and grief I’m going trough everyday.
The only thing that keeps me going is..
Yeah, I don’t even know anymore.



Jaaa.. Kritik är alltid uppskattad! ^w^ Hata mig inte för diverse stav och grammatikfel som kan finnas.. :c


Funfact: Det är exakt 6 veckor tills jag fyller 18! :3

':.:'


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