Escape

You know what i need? A Fing escape. They planted a seed. These feelings they made. Worthless, unneeded, a waste of space. All the words youll find on my face. Fake smiles, crappy trys. No love. I lye. Face down on a cold floor. The air in my lungs is no more. Cold to the touch. What such, A shame that this man, consumed by a crutch. Depression leaves you empty indeed. Suicide will be everything i need. As you find me laying cold in my blood. You ll always remember the days in the mud. You pictured me happy. And that seemed clear. But what you cant see. Is what causes true fear. I suffer from a disease. One that will kill me. And one day youll see. I really was lonely. I am not who you think. Im a man in disguise. Scared of himself and the watchfull eyes. I regret a lot. And that yall will see. Who i am. Isnt me. T.M 2018.