Another one...
Are they hiding, or is it me that can't them see?
The days goes by, and I nothing see or hear.
The only thing is the empty feeling inside.
What is this feeling? Is it fear?
Fear of life, fear of die. Fear of happiness, fear of sadness.
Fear of love, fear of hate. Fear of eyes that see, fear of blindness.
Fear of answers, fear of more questions.
Fear of being here?
I do not know.
All I know is that I don't know...
Poetry by Sandra Sicilie Hansen
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Written on 2005-12-13 at 15:43
Tags Alone  Questions  Depression 
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I'm lost
I'm lost. Lost in this endless darkness. Where are all the lights?Are they hiding, or is it me that can't them see?
The days goes by, and I nothing see or hear.
The only thing is the empty feeling inside.
What is this feeling? Is it fear?
Fear of life, fear of die. Fear of happiness, fear of sadness.
Fear of love, fear of hate. Fear of eyes that see, fear of blindness.
Fear of answers, fear of more questions.
Fear of being here?
I do not know.
All I know is that I don't know...
Poetry by Sandra Sicilie Hansen
Read 952 times
Written on 2005-12-13 at 15:43
Tags Alone  Questions  Depression 
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