Thoughts

Mental Escape Poem

As I sit in silence and wonder if I ever will be heard, I slap on my happy face and push my thoughts away. The night is calling my name and there’s more alcohol on its way.

I get lost. I get lost. In the crowd I get tangled and loose myself. How can this be heaven when all I can feel is hell?

It feels so nice just for one night to have this escape. The crowd becomes unbearable and thoughts crowd my mind. Will I ever get out of this alive? Drink…drink it up…escaping is the only way now…how can this be heaven when it feels like personal hell?

Last call is called and all I can do is run. When escape is the only option and I can’t hide away…how do I stay sane, when all I want to do is let go of this pain.

I get lost. I get lost. In the crowd I get tangled and loose myself. How can this be heaven when all I can feel is hell?

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