Your eyes - twinkling unbearable -
told me all you didn\'t say...

Monday
by Tine Delien...

I'm standing here in the kitchen
with the breadknife in my hand...

All those times we sat
right under that beauty...

When Christmas is over, and I wake up again
day after, in my warm comfty bed...

I don't think you realized how hard your words cut...
straight into my heart, the other day...

As some kind of tribute
to leaving the past behind me...

She Only hates me
never hugs me...

My life is so dull
soo f u c k i n g boring...

Death always intriged me
MAde fun with me...

Suicide is a bad thing
but not the way you did it...

She cried,
She didn't care anymore...