#poemsaboutepression

[theliebester-blog]

My Escape

I’m blasting the loudest music I have, Not caring about my steps, Heck, I may even be singing a bit, But it’s quiet here. I’m sitting alone, A pencil in my hand, paper on the table, I seem to have drawn a face, It’s so quiet here. I’m yelling with all of my other friends, We’re joking about everything, Nothing really matters to us, And it’s quiet here. I can’t believe I found a way to make it stop.