Escapism

I try to move on from my past,

convince myself that I have changed

and everything is better. 

I act without fear

and care for nearly nothing.

Persuading myself to not give a s**t. 

But

When I'm on my own again,

I know that I'm just as lonely 

and sad as I ever was. 

I'm just trying to escape

but I can't 

because no matter where I flee,

those feelings

creep up on me

once again.

Consuming me.

Taking me with them.