My Escape

  just another depressive episode alone in my room ,the room is dark and silent,well all accept the music i listened to as tears of agony and frustration run down my face.Its almost six,ill be expected to come out of my room for dinner.Though that's not important right now all i need is to escape i turn my music up on its max and gently close my eyes,now is my chance ,now i'm safe, safe from hurt,judgement ,and making reflexive apologies,and many other things.i soon drift away,to my world where i don't have to live life like a bath and keep the water warm.But sometimes this world can be dangerous if you get comfortable in the wrong place .Sadly my own home is the wrong place to enter my world.And just like that i bolt out of my sleep as my mother asks me why i'm tired, i'm tired of waiting .I'm only thirteen and i don't think i can survive without my little world.