2/12/03
Something I wrote after reading a short story about escaping, and I know I've felt like escaping enough times in my life that I decided to write this.
Escape From Darkness

I want to escape
But where do I go?
Who do I escape to?
I seem to have all the questions
and none of the answers.

A blade piercing my flesh can only do so much
blood can only escape for a short period of time.
Not enough time
Not enough time to really escape.

Tears run down my face
when I let them.
Someone once said that crying heals you
then why do I feel more miserable
when the tears have stopped?

Talking to a friend doesn't do much
when it goes in one ear and out the other
I don't even have anyone
who cares enough to try to understand.
To actually listen to me
and not give me shit about having no reason
to feel the way I do.

Well fuck them!
I don't need anyone to help me escape.
I can do it all by myself
I can only trust myself with my secrets.

But... if I don't understand myself
then how can I trust myself?

I don't know who I am
I don't think I'll ever know
the stranger that lives inside my head.

I'm not certain about what I want
All I know are my secret wishes and dreams.

I want to escape
I want to understand who I am
I want to be able to trust openly.

I want to run
from who I think I'll grow up to be.

I wish to escape the darkness
that devours my heart.