Sweet Escape Poem by ashley bisesi
Sweet Escape
The comfort i feel,
In wishing i was dead.
The sense of control,
It pumps through my veins.
The humor, it brings me.
That i know whats going on,
While everyone else is clueless,
The quick escape it fills me with.
To see their faces,
That this is what they did to me.
My lips twitch upwards,
this sick sick feeling,
is my sweet escape.
What an accurate description of what it is like to want to be dead... enjoyable poem to read ;)
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4/18/2024 8:10:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A deadliest..... escape ever dream of a man....pushing to be what...yet...its not.... fathom of witty reason of escape of reality....a living dead of today's chaos....such lasting poem I ever read....' sweet to read, delicious to lay'...God bless a 10 +++