Escape

It's a terrible addiction.

It's a relief. 

It's a sigh.

It's a tear.

It's a cry. 

It's every sleepless night I spend,

Wondering if anybody will notice them.

It's ever thing we hold dear,

All the things we want to keep near.

It's my escape from all the misery;

Everything that's haunting me.

And the cuts, they still drip

From my escape that's over way too quick. 

 

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems. What did you think?

Reviews

[Bright Eyes]

I like it. A little dark, a little mysterious. Makes it really captivating, and I want to read more.