Poetry

Poetry,
my one escape
from the truth
behind my fate.

leaving,
shunned from reality
a quiet place
for me to be.

describing how i feel
when im broken down
when my hearts face
is a frown.

thinking searching
for my words
when my soul
is split in thirds.

secrecy
for my escape
my poetry
i must reshape.

the inside i feel
already died
an end result
of suicide.

I must be done
until tomorrow
as once again
life fills with sorrow.