Escape

there's a girl out there
who wants nothing more than to live
she lies awake at night
thinking she'll be rescued by a prince
one of the many princes in her fairy-tales
one of the many thought up by her
and what a shock when she learns that no one's coming
to help her out.


her world is gone
and so she searches for a way to unload the pain
she feels icy and frozen within
as though her heart's been coated over by
the artic's coldest wind
and that her heart's been turned to stone


she wants to feel and so
she grabs a shiny escape from this mundane existence
and lets its smooth sharp tongue dance
upon her pale white skin
and watches as her life flows out from underneath the blade
dark-red and warm as it ebbs from her arms
her brown-black eyes gaze intently on the portal of salvation
transfixed upon her life force fading away
into the darkness of  her world


she lies there
her escape enclosed in her right hand
a scarlet-stained letter grasped tightly in her left
that speaks of anger and of rage
that speaks of silent pain and suffering
that speaks of her drab life
and the never-ending wish to escape
each portal of salvation brings her closer to her goal
to escape from her mundane and loathesome existence


is she freed?
has she escaped?


ask her seemingly "loving" friends who ridiculed her
and sought for her end
and when she let herself escape
how shocked they were to realize that they had succeded
though not the way they had wished
and so they cried not out of joy or sorrow
but out of failure
out of their own idiocy


this girl who dreamt of fairy-tales
of love and warmth
of family and weddings
of children and freedom
was cast down by those she called her friends
and now she lies in her transportation from this world
a black, ivory studded box
with lilies placed above the lid


she dreamt of princes rescuing princesses
in far-away lands
she dreamt of being the princess
in her own modern-day fairy-tale
her dreams now are nothing but dreams
she has escaped at last
feeling the one thing she felt constantly  throughout her life
pain


she's gone now from this world
having had to find her own portal of salvation
her own escape
she lay awake at night writing her words of hate
and spilling tears over those who she shouldn't have cared for
anger always present in her words

she lay awake at night planning her escape
and now she's gone
replaced with only memories