An Escape
An Escape
He preferred his dark calm room, then the chaotic bright world.
He would rather be stuck with his earphones, then to hear his parents' fight.
He prays for his death every day, hoping it will give him peace one day.
He wanted a peaceful trevor, instead of a long-lasting love forever.
His days and nights were miserable, that he never thought were changeable.
He does not have any friends, since he is not so easy to befriend.
He is struggling and growling in pain, to which no answers remain.
He is a poor soul indeed, whose tears are forcing me to bleed.
Now all he needs is an escape, though it be death or a rebirth.
