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escapism

June 13, 2008
By Anonymous

to blot away the pain by pretending it isn’t there
This morning I spent an hour in bed
Staring at the ceiling, plotting out the hours to come
Reading a book
Escapism
I met a man and wanted so much for him to be the one
I excused his every error
Even that didn’t save us
I read a book and try to forget this life is mine
to blot away the pain by pretending it isn’t there
I may never see you again
Forgetting about you wasn’t something I ever wanted to do
It was just convenient


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