Gedichte und Poesie von GCH

Leaving

Warm and gentle touches running down my spine.
Lying on the ground, the carpet full of wine.
A good view at the scattered glass I've got.
Watching you walk through the mess, like a God.
Whilst my heart is speeding up.

The red fluid mixing up with my own blood.
Couldn't stay quiet: "I hate your gutts."

Not ignoring my words, now treating me worse.

Head held high, not looking down at me.
To scared to say my good bye, but this is not the place where I should be.
Hoping someone would pass by and hear me screaming.
But this bold hands keep every noise from leaving.

First steping lightly, then jumping hard.
Was thinking of you so highly at the start.
But the mask now falls apart.

My wrist it hurts, my heart it bursts, my bones they break, my tears awake.
You where being to selfish, you couldn't wait.
For every sorry it's now too late.