The Tragic Escape

There must be something in the water, something unknown that has made us this way.

Something that causes us to want to escape.

Whether it be a needle, a bullet, or a blood stained razor, we itch to get out of the situation we’re in.

When did things get so bad that we didn’t want to make it out alive.

When did things get so bad that now the earth no longer seems to be our home, but a foreign place that we want to run away from.

Absorbed, inside, all of the pain that suddenly seems to be so plain to us, which we feel so vividly, so frightening in its raw form we may not want to go on.

Even with this weight of sorrow on my shoulders, I would take your pain and make it mine just so you could live another day.

About write2sleep

If you are looking for a well structured blog with correct punctuation and sentence formation, you have come to the wrong blog. My writing style reflects my mind- COMPLETE CHAOS. For the ones who are restless..if you can't fall right to sleep ;Write2sleep.

Posted on February 1, 2012, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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