e s c a p e

Can I escape yet?

Away from the place that brings me tears,

away from the shards that cut.

Away from the blood that stains,

away from the people that hurt.

When will I finally be able,

to fly away and survive on my own?

They do nothing but make me feel like shit,

they taunt and tease until I feel sick.

They never believe me,

they say I'm full of lies.

Though I may not have gashes or bruises,

I'm banged and battered inside.

'Stupid,

fake,

selfish,

ugly,

lazy,

useless.'

The words that cut like a knife.

I minus well just slice my skin open,

for all the pain of their poisonous venom.

But I still have hope.

From the music that helps me imagine,

and the words that inspire my heart.

I believe that dreams come true,

and I would be a fool not to.

I know it'll be over,

a couple more years and I'm through.

I'll be off somewhere far,

a beautiful city anew.

Far from these small twisted people.

Far from the cruelty that awaits.

Far from the slashes of their tongues.

And far from paying for their mistakes.

So when I escape,

and trust me, I will;

You'll see a girl with a smile,

one that stretches for miles.

She'll be happy and boundless and free.

She'll see the world through shades of positivity.

And though right now that might not be me,

I have trust and I have faith,

that it eventually will be.