Sweet escape

The comfort i feel,
In wishing i was dead.

The sense of control,
It pumps through my veins.

The humor, it brings me.
That i know whats going on,

While everyone else is clueless,
The quick escape it fills me with.

To see their faces,
That this is what they did to me.

My lips twitch upwards,
this sick sick feeling,

is my sweet escape.

poem by Ashley Bisesi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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