There are so many ways
For me to escape
Pills, or maybe even my blade
As I pour the pills into my mouth
The tears begin to fall
I run upstairs to my room
And grab the tool
The one that will make my escape a certainty
As i feel the cold metal
Against my skin
I push harder, just hard enough to make it bleed
Until there is a pool of blood around me
I sit in the blood
My room slowly spinning
Death surrounds me
And I'm gone
Just like that...
This is my escape...
