I would like to Escape My Own Mind.
To claw My way out of Myself and to Live away from what engulfs Me now.
Crawling on My belly I'd seep into the shaddows and leave this shell behind.
I am tired of My ways, tired and sore of Living with the disappointment of My being.
Dark forests could hide Me, near a place I once knew as Home. Animals would shelter Me, as I sulk in a mood.
There would be no need to call or write or talk. It would be as though I had been set Free.
I imagine it's like Dying. Like being close to dying. Wanting to Escape, with no way or need to come Back.
My brain thinks about it, thinks about Dying, quietly. Quietly I think about Dying. Perhaps I would feel free, Perhaps.
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