Escape (killing myself)

Have you ever been so broke, or frozen, it’s so cold. Emotions are so blown, hoping you won’t go. Back to that war zone, the place that you don’t know. It’s hard to go the right way when you’re on the wrong road! Feel like you’re so low, you’re ’bout to explode. And you’d do anything to get back what you let go. Stuck in upset mode, cause you can’t seem to figure this out. Living without a reason to live, thinking about. What you should have done, things that you could have changed. And maybe if you had then things wouldn’t be this way. And you wouldn’t feel this pain, but that’s too easy now isn’t it?? Wishing that you could go back and things would be different. Got a time machine up in your mind. Wishing you could push a button and your life would unwind. But that’s not how it happens, you can hope and imagine, Instead of looking forwards, lot of us looking backwards. Have you ever been so lost, you feel like your hope’s gone. And know you need to let go of some things but you hold on! Hoping and wishing that some things would be different. So you scream in your room, it feels like nobody’s listening. You’re mad so you scream louder, things that you’re not proud of. Wishing you knew a way to escape but you don’t know how the Heck are you supposed to cope with something you can’t let go. You get emotional, wonder if you’ll ever know, Came to get lost in it, wishing back lost minutes. Your anger’s involved in it, so you get engulfed in this Pain that you come to hate, wishing you could escape. But you don’t know where to run, it’s written all on your face. Look at me losing control, I just don’t know where to go. I’m getting lost in the mo-ment. I think it’s time for me to escape. Time to relate, follow me as I put this pen to this page. See all of us need a place, where we can go escape. Get away from the pain, be ourselves and just run away. But where are we running to, this lane we’ve been running through. Starting to get harder and it’s starting to bother you. Some of us get depressed, some of us go to music. Some of us get stressed, others just push through it. So I’m gonna push through this, now and get lost in this. Escape and get lost in it, get ready we’ve all said it. I wish, that I could leave it all behind me. Go to my own world where no on can find me. I guess it’s just the way I escape. And I wish, that I could take parts of my past. Hold on to the good and throw the rest in the trash.


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