The Esape Poem by zara williams

Blood drips down my wrist,
the pain is like my escape,
i bite down on my lip,
as tears start to take shape.

This is my life now,
putting up a wall,
blocking everyone out,
acting like i don't care at all.

I want to scream and shout,
i hate the way i've become,
my insecurities defeated me,
the cure? seeing my blood run.

I walk around,
acting like i'm fine,
i feel so edge,
maybe this is my time?

All it takes is one jump,
one cut, one rope,
no more pressure.
no need to cope.

Something stops me,
every time, someone saves me,
the tiniest thing,
than i feel so free.

It may not last long,
but it makes me smile.
i have some hope.
i can hang on for a while.