My Escape

i don't know...life.

When everyone seems like a stranger,
and the halls seem endless,
music is my escape.

When the ceiling seems like it's going to break,
thanks to all the yelling,
the fighting...
I turn to writing.

With each ruby spilled with the hand of a blade
and i can't even cry
yet all I want to do is die,
drawing helps me through it.

When he ignores me,
they turn away,
I'm the black in the rainbow,
music is my escape.

Music...
Writing...
Drawing...
is my escape...
my escape...
from life.

Author's Note

This is just the way I write. Sorry if it's depressing.

Reviews

[Shannon Math]

I think this is pretty good. Keep writing :)