My Escape

August 31, 2012
By Anonymous

Tears run down my face
As I pound on what seems to be a concrete wall
My hands are cut and covered in red
I'm fearing they won't hear my call

My voice goes hoarse from screaming
A migraine occurs as I slide to the floor
I reach for the broken broom handle
Racing to the glued- shut window from the door

I only manage to crack it
Before collapsing to the ground
When they came to get me
A silent heap is what they found

I wake in a hospital room
Stitches cover my arms up and down
My BGF gives me a smile
A smile and not a frown

He kissed me on the lips
I hug him with all my might
Tears of joy run down my face
I now have found my light

The author's comments:
I suffer from a bipolar disorder. This how I imagined my struggle to get help. To get my family to see I needed it when they didn't want to believe it. It wasn't until my now boyfriend helped me find what I needed.

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on Sep. 19 2013 at 4:06 pm
rokkotothezee GOLD, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death

Although perhaps not the best diction and rhymes, the message overrides that by a long shot. It was very moving and emotional, so for that, I say 5/5 :) Great job!

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