When reality gets bad,
I like to escape,
I read and write of countries never existed,
about wars in a beautiful landscape.
My mind is thinking only about there,
The responsibilities are never mine,
As I balance between these worlds,
on a very fine line.
Often I have to go back,
To the reality of my life,
Forced by the not-caring people around me,
and I grab my often used knife.
Let me stay there,
when reality gets bad,
There I don't have to deal with myself,
There I don't have to pretend not to be sad,
when reality gets bad.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
When reality gets bad,
I like to escape,
I read and write of countries never existed,
about wars in a beautiful landscape.
My mind is thinking only about there,
The responsibilities are never mine,
As I balance between these worlds,
on a very fine line.
Often I have to go back,
To the reality of my life,
Forced by the not-caring people around me,
and I grab my often used knife.
Let me stay there,
when reality gets bad,
There I don't have to deal with myself,
There I don't have to pretend not to be sad,
when reality gets bad.
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