a broken kid i been raised
fooled by the fact that i'm helpless
regardless of my fears
adapting to the new atmosphere
i tried to heal my wounds
i got lost in life's woods
and then returned to find my home
monsters didn't scare me
but instead they were in me
sometimes they win
sometimes i do
a shaking hand dart me
tried to fix what left in me
'i can protect you from your own demons' it said
after a while from the non-said
my demons were released again
carrying revenge with them
the hit hurts even more this time
teaching me not to trust hands again
covering myself
drowning into the utter darkness
cause it felt like home for so long
swallowing pills to forget
to escape and then regret
i've been lonesome all my life
and that's been already told
rejection and then examination
i don't need meditation
it ain't that hard to feel the satisfaction
we just need distraction
in the darkness of the night
when old fears come creeping from the past
and no one is there to watch backs
that's when your monster side appears
and the devil in you transpires.
YOU ARE READING
THE ESCAPE
PoetryI've put all my heart , soul and feelings in this one . "Walking a runaway in the dark may not be easy , but the glimpse of hope caused by the spotlight in the end of the tunnel will make you do it."
