37,5 vol.
poems.
and again
I'm laying awake
thinking of you for the twelfth time this night
while trying to sleep
again
my head is filled with words
I wish I could tell you,
filled with stories we should have shared
instead of separating
you don't have a clue
how much I miss you
after all this pain you put me through
I'm still bleeding out for the times,
for all of that nights
you were my company,
my supporter of my own insanity
you were there
against all odds
and listened all nights,
filled my cups until we both couldn't count the bottles anymore
you did everything to keep me alive
in a time
I felt more than dead
where are you now?
at some point
you hurt me the most
I guess
who are you to leave and
left all the shatters behind?
where's the sense of all of this?
the sense of kissing all my scars
only to sharp your knife
and rip me off
in the very last moment?