Escape?What is that?Escape? by abalala
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My dreams of blood-soaked corpses,
or maybe the chamber of screams?
People should have one,
somewhere they can feel safe.
Where is mine?
Mine are dams that can only hold back so mu
ch before being dashed against my mind.
And even those I thought were,
when distanced, cause me harm.
I'm supposed to be a ghost,
someone to avoid the drama of
this preppy and bullshit school.
Instead, I have to deal with people
and their small problems, as if I should care.
"My boyfriend won't call me!"
Really? I can't call mine, and I barely see her.
"I can't fall asleep at night."
Try being afraid to sleep. Afraid to wake up holding the knife to your wrist again.
"I'm grounded. I can't do anything fun!"
...Okay, that's just your fault, you stupid shit.
What is that?