Wednesday, 8 August 2012

Gone

I need to get out of here.
Go, go somewhere where people don't know I exist.
Where people don't know my lies,
Where people don't know my face.

I need to get out of here.
Away, away from this world, where I suffocate.
Where I drown in the lies.
Where I burn in the flames.

I need to get out of here.
Build, build a living where I can start again.
Where I can redo my life.
Where I can be perfect.

I need to get out of here.
Out, out of my head, where the voices are.
Where the voices scream.
Where I scream.

I need to get out of here.
And let, let the tears of blood fall slowly,
Let my blood trickle slowly.
Let my pain fade away.

I need to get out of here.
Go, go somewhere where I don't ever have to say sorry.
Where I don't ever have to be hit.
Where I don't ever have to cry.

I need to get out of here.
Go, go to a utopia where I don't have to bleed to feel alive.
Where I don't have to hurt to feel alive.
Where I don't need to cry to feel alive.

I will get out of here.
Gone, gone to a world where I can smile.
Where my mind is quiet.
Where I am dead.

I am out of here.
Gone, gone.

1 comment:

  1. *hugs her tightly* Intense poem with such strong emotion.Thank you for this poem BB. It is heartwrenching yet beautiful.

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