I Wished For An Escape.

Sidewalk passers, deafening silence,
Strange, abnormal glances.
Broken pieces, dying hearts,
No more second chances.

Soft whispers, no ones around,
Breathing hard, losing your mind.
Glances to the side, no one's there,
There’s no one to find.

I can hear them snicker,
Their dirty little secrets.
And I’m trying to drown it out,
But the keep on and repeat it.

Closing your eyes, trying to lose it,
Opening them back up, its still there.
Telling them to stop, but they refuse it,
The pain is still there to bear.

Holding down the pressure of letting go,
Wanting to run away from a harsh clenching life.
Every second beats an hour slow,
Closer and closer, I’m going turning to the knife.

But the knife looks so friendly,
And life is just too demanding.
I can't go on with this struggle of life,
Being so reprimanding.

Life is killing me inside,
My soul is feeling so weak.
It’s squeezing me with its bide,
Choking me until I can’t speak.

And it's almost suffocating,
How the pain takes my breath away.
Making me feel this excruciating pleasure,
It’s becoming my escape.

Tired of living a hopeless life,
Tired of dreaming of what I want to be.
Knowing it will not happen,
Living a world of a painful society.

And it's so much better this way,
Feeling this blade upon my wrists.
Slowly I'm falling apart,
With each and every slit.

Blood tracing down my arms,
As I watch its downward slide.
Wiping away these lonesome tears
So no one knows I’ve cried.

It hurts to walk in a crowd,
And no one’s noticed you’ve passed.
I’ve been hurt, I’ve been invisible,
I’ve been thrown in the wall and trashed.

And all these visible scars down my arm,
Are works of art for everyone to see.
A diary of shattered memories,
Of the escape I had wished to receive.

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Collaboration with
Musician's Finest
[also known as David.]
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(C) Copyright.
Christina Hurley
& David Martinez
03.06.2006