Meds - 09.05.2009 18:43
Sometimes confusion occupies my mind and then I don't know what to do to be good anymore. Cause when is good good enough en when do you know how long it lasts? Big brown eyes are staring at me in the mirror and I only know that these eyes experienced too much. A pretty girl I'll never be.
How many meds do you want me to take? One to stay healthy, one to breath, one to refuse children growing in my stomach? I take them all.
Shit.
Where is the one to gain trust, where is the one to stay in reality, where is the one that makes me beautiful and worth to stay with?
I can only laugh.
I don't want them. They make me sick. Every one of them.
I look at the girl in the mirror. She looks back at me with accusing eyes, cause I don´t take good care of her. But everything ends sometime.
Is it okay to be the bad guy?
Sometimes things don't change. Sometimes there is no good end and sometimes it won't become better. I wonder why they never show that in the movies or never tell you in stories.
Life is already hard enough without having to break through a wall of childhood stories.
And what if I don't choose a side?
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