This is from the soul...
Not written down...
Not even thought about...
Hopefully God guides my pen...
If not than the devil may accept me in...
My life is cursed...
Dreams is all I have...
My life is a nightmare...
If not why am I drowning under these tears...
Pool full of liquor...
Cloud full of *****...
What is my escape...
From reality...
From society...
From me...
How do I escape...
What did I do wrong to get here...
Is this what I deserve...
To always fail...
To always give in...
To always be wrong...
Jumping through hoops to please who...
Obviously not you...
My escape is this pen...
My escape is this paper...
My escape is my poetry...