I Got To Get Away From Here Poem by Christopher Heart

I got to get the hell away
from over here.
I will be crazy if I stay
lets make it clear.

I got to walk,
better yet, run,
enough of talk,
let's skip the fun.

I'll kick and break that rotten door
and hop the rusty squeaking gate,
nothing can hold me here no more,
I leave behind the place I hate
.
I won't look back.
I really had it,
nothing to check,
let's just forget it

I don't need with me a lot of stuff
only a coat, and some bread
and I don't care if things get tough;
I got no money? I never had.

Enough of lies,
finally free,
broken all ties,
that's fine with me.

Some kinder people must live out there,
I'm sure of that,
not like the ones from over here,
who want me gone, or… just dead.