Escape.

Everyone has their own way on how to deal with things, everyone has their own escape. Their own small ways to secretly deal with the pain.
For some people, its drugs or alcohol. Others smoke or hurt themselves.
Some blast music so loud like getting deaf doesn’t even matter and all that matters is, that moment. That moment where they can’t even hear themselves think or even feel.
But sometimes it doesn’t just stop there.
Sometimes, there is no escape.
Sometimes it’s just sleeping all day and crying all night.
It’s forgetting to eat or drink or even get out of bed.
It’s pretending to binge watch shows because that’s the only valid excuse to not getting out of bed.
It’s not having the energy to even try to do the smallest of things.
Like nothing even matters.
Like there’s nothing to even look forward to.

There are people who find their escape in other people. Like their entire life just depends on that one specific person to keep them sane, keep them from being empty.

Emptiness.
Yeah.
One of the main reasons why you’d want an escape.
There’s anger and sadness too. Maybe anxiety or depression. So many things, I won’t judge.
But wanting to escape is like this huge mix of emotions and feelings that cloud your mind and make you feel like you’re losing it, like you’ll explode.
And that’s why you’d want an escape. Something louder than your own mind. Something to take you away. Even if it’s for a little while.
It’s wanting to go away and not look back but you don’t even know where you’re going and you don’t even care because well, it’s an escape. And you’d take anything you get.

And, no. You can’t deny the fact that everyone wants to escape at times because the worst prison to escape from is your own mind. Everyone wants their own wonderland to run away to. Something that doesn’t remind them of reality.

But the worst thing about this is wanting to escape but not knowing how to do exactly that.
It’s suffocating.