High.!

I need to be free. Get out this place. Go somewhere, That I know I'm safe. Go to a terrene, That I haven't been to in a while. Forget about the agony. And produce a lifelong smile. Maybe I need the peace. Maybe I need the love. Maybe I need to gain my wings, And fly high to my fathers kingdom above. I need the un-needed. And I want the unknown. These are the suicidal thoughts, Traveling through my mind as I tend to feel alone. The only place that I can evade to, Is in my own mind. There I dream of being elated. Believing everything is just fine. I want to fly. Soar. Escape to a land of the un-imagined. Tell my story to others like me, And become an advocate legend. Yep I'm blessed. Yep I know that I'm free. Sitting here in my tract, Omitting catastrophe. Kill myself. Eradicate myself. Crucify myself. Just to explain myself. You don't comprehend. Most likely never get it. Oh well, I ingress my zone, Every time that I hit it. Goodbye Mortals.