my escape

a secret...

cold,

shiny,

silver,

my escape,

my truest friend.

i look down at my innocent unscared arm,

holding the key to my escape.

and now im on the roadtrip to my happy place,

or the closet to happy i can get.

im not quite sure what started this,

maybe keeping all my feelings bottled up,

and only releasing them in my alone time.

but crying didnt help much,

it only made things a little bit better,

and now i see the rich scarlet gliding down my arm with ease,

but its not enough.

im still not sure im alive,

the scarlet river widens,

and im pretty sure im alive now,

but its still not enough.

& one by one the river grows,

i look at it and realize,

most people would be horrified with the sight of this,

but i find comfort and release.

the pain has subsided now and the trip is over,

back to reality...

Author's Note

please don't call me crazy. its just a poem.