suicidal √

{second} escape

while they finished going at it,
i found out that the room i was in
was a research facility
built especially for patients like me.
they even put my name on the map.

but it is ok.
at least, i knew where i was.
with my planned escape route,
i let my legs and mind do its job.

my hands still clutching the map.
my heart vowing for revenge.
my body ached for a hug.
my mental-self tired of betrayals.
one betrayal is enough for a lifetime.

good job legs and mind. you did a good work.

finding the exit,
i felt as if the invisible ties tied to my body
let go as i walked out the door.
i could finally breathe.
i couldnt believe they still are not finding for me.
i am lucky again, i guess.
just hope that my luck won't run out soon enough.

i went back to the place,
where i used to call 'home'.
packed my things,
took my savings,
went out from that filthy slum
and never come back again.

i am a new me.
a new hannah lana roosevelt.