Escape Route


Seems like all I do is fail

Life is just one big mess

It isn't my fault, I swear

I'm just hopeless I guess

These were thoughts that I had

Sometimes they weren't all bad

But usually it was quite the opposite

Sometimes it was hard and I lost it

Others I was a shadow of myself

But then I found some help

I discovered music and rhyme schemes

It was a way to let go of pain

I didn't need guidelines or themes

Just my pen, paper, and brain

This was my escape route

It seemed my only way out

So I wrote until I didn't cry

But now it is for others as well

Not just for me, myself, and I

For those who go through hell

And for those who still fight

This is the reason I write


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