Another attempt to escape
By Leonard Treman

I tried to escape again.
From the invisible prison that is my home.
Depression was what I claimed this time.
My parents seeking to bury it along with their crimes.

Death danced upon my lips a pill at a time.
A show put on to mask the bursting life suppressed inside.
While the pills never submerged into the darkness of my mouth.
I was digging my grave deeper and didn’t even know.

I scratch at the edges of my coffin,
A coffin lined with the scrapings of bloody nails.
The scraping won’t cease until I do.

My will cannot be broken.
My intentions cannot be undone.
No matter how many drugs you pump into me.
You’ll eventually have to admit I’ve won.