Escaping Reality
(Bryce Manchester)
My arms beg to be cut,
Beg to bleed.
Needing pain,
Something, anything
To help me escape this reality.
Im torn, can't you see?
Every move you make..
Every time you fall,
Everything you do,
You take me with you.
You've been through hell and back again,
And took me with you.
The pain you feel, I feel too.
The hope you lost, I lost too.
On top of it all,
I've felt my own pain.
Lost my own hope.
Who am I?
I am you son, or I am you're daughter.
Trying to escape the reality,
That everything I do,
Everywhere I go...
Is dictated by you.
I need a way to escape this reality.
My arms beg to bleed.
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