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Smerten i bloddråpen..

Her er et dikt jeg skrev da jeg var 17..

Smerten i bloddråpen

Jeg prøver å fange smerten med tankene
Prøver å ta den fra hverandre med ord
Jeg vil gjemme den i smilet mitt
Prøve å jage den bort med latteren

Jeg vil tvinge den tilbake til fortiden
Der den ble født, der den hører hjemme,
der jeg burde klart å legge den fra meg

Men jeg trenger mer enn
tomme ord, løse tanker, falske smil og hul latter.
Smerten skremmes ikke av det,
den hører ikke på meg,
bryr seg ikke om hva jeg vil.

Jeg prøver å finne den
Jeg prøver å definere den
Prøver å konkretisere den

Men smerten min
ligger i bloddråpen
som akkurat traff gulvet

© Fragile 2008

Reklamer

Translation of an arm

Begge er gamle, fra 2007 tipper jeg… Veldig simpelt, men sier hva jeg vil si..

Copywirte på begge, folkens!! :P

Translations of an arm

The wounds on my arm screams of my pain
The pain to deep for tears to contain
The pain to strong for words to explain
The scars from my war will always remain

The scars on my arm represent my fight
The days when victory seems out of sight
The times when I can’t see any light
I’m searching for dawn, but is living in the night

My arm tells the story of a tormented mind
I’m looking, searching for light I can’t find
I’m begging, pleading life to be kind
Walking here on my thin thin line

The pain is too much for me to bear
my thoughts are so consuming I can’t find air
I can’t find anyone to really care
The echo of my past is all i hear

Don’t look surprised, see as I see it
When you hate something, you want to destroy it
When the pain is to strong, you try to mend it
This emotional chaos, I need a break from it

So as I surrender to the knife,
My last words seems to fit
That bittersweet voice whispers;
Note to self;
It’s because you’re worth it!

© Fragile 2007

 

Bakgrunn til bildet

Am I supposed to want to live?

When every bit of my  heart feels sore
When life doesn’t seem worth fighting for
When I can’t see the light anymore
What am I supposed to do?

When I want to run away from my mind
When hope seems impossible to find
When I can’t remember life being kind
Who am I supposed to turn to?

When the translation of my cuts screams of my pain
This is pain to deep for tears to contain
It’s also to strong for words to explain
When I feel this pain will always remain?

When my life seems so worthless it’s just stopped to matter
When everything I do just seems to shatter
When I am writing my suicide letter
How am I supposed to sub stain?

When my inner eye keeps to see
Memories of people hitting, raping me
People I trusted deserting me
But it’s still me I can’t forgive

When I’m lost and don’t know how to be found
When I’m screaming but nobody hears the sound
When I’m falling, just waiting to hit the ground
How am I supposed to live?

When everyday I’m reminded of my fears
When my heart is daily pearsed
When I haven’t seen hope for years
Seriously, am I supposed to want to live?

© Fragile 2006

Sang/dikt; Notes from a pedofile

Her er et sang jeg skrev i vinter..

Det er kanskje litt vel ærlig i begynnelsen, men det ender bedre enn det starter!

Notes from a pedofile

 

Little girl, I see that you’re vulnerable
So to me, that makes you touchable
Since you look up to me, trust me-it must be true!
There can’t be me there’s something wrong with, it must be you!

Little girl, where I touch you can never be told
But I’ll carry on until you heart turns cold
Little girl, know that you are to blame
And you need to carry all of this shame 

Because of the fear she is hiding
Because of the secret she is lying
Because of the pain she is crying
Because she wants to die she’s stopped fighting
Because of the guilt she keeps on dying
Until the very end 

Young girl, do you think they can’t see you arm?
Do you think they don’t get that you self harm?
The pain to deep for tears to contain
The pain to strong for words to explain
You need physical hurt to deal with your pain

Are you sure you haven’t gone insane?
You keep gaining weight – it’s as simple as that
Hoping I won’t want you if you turn fat
But I will never let you be
Won’t let you get away from me

Because of the fear she is hiding
Because of the secret she is lying
Because of the pain she is crying
Because she wants to die she’s stopped fighting
Because of the guilt she keeps on dying
Until the very end 

 

Young woman, even though I’m thru
Don’t ever think that I have left you
Even though I don’t abuse you anymore
You still lie vomiting on the bathroom floor
I told you – let me remind you how weak you are
What I have done is still a wound, not a scar
Your heart is in a shallow grave
It is too late for it to save 

Because of the fear she is hiding
Because of the secret she is lying
Because of the pain she is crying
Because she wants to die she’s stopped fighting
Because of the guilt she keeps on dying
Until the very end 

 

Young adult, do you still see me in the shades?
Do you still try to chase my memory with razorblades?
Young adult, do you still shake with fear?
Thinking that everywhere you turn, I’m there?
Young adult, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize
That you still believe in all of my lies
These lies I told you so long ago
Don’t believe that it still is so
Young adult, stand up, look around you and see
That there is no reason to still be afraid of me

She is so done hiding
She can’t keep on lying
She doesn’t keep on crying
She is ready for fighting
She is ready to be living
Until the very end 

This woman wants to dream again
She wants to dare to go where she has never been
The shadows now seem out of sight
They can’t face her in the light
His actions can never be undone
But she can change what will come!