The Art of Escaping

Someone told me to help.

Ten pieces of advice.

But escaping,

you don’t need advice.

You just do it.

The pain gets so bad

it just happens.

I lay back

complete silence.

Quietly, let the tears fall.

Tell yourself to breathe.

Stare at something blank.

The ceiling.

Focus.

Suddenly there’s a noise.

And it’s 5, 6, 7, 11 hours later.

The longest I have ever been gone is 17 hours.

It’s not sleeping.

You’re exhausted when you wake.

But its not waking up.

It’s coming back.

From the empty hole 

of my mind.