Escape Plan
Today I've finally spoken out and today I've poured out all my rage. Today my world has flooded with tears and today I've thought about my death. Tomorrow I'll be dead . Tomorrow I won't be crying anymore and I won't be laughing out loud because I'll be dead . Tomorrow I won't be holding any pen and write about memories because I'll be dead . Tomorrow you won't hear me say anything about how badly you dress and by that time you won't find me reading again, because I'll be gone. Tomorrow I won't see the street lights again as the bus went uphill neither will I feel the cold breeze brush my cheeks as I let the wind in the open window, because I'll be a cold and numb corpse. Tomorrow I won't hop off the bus happily like a kid and I won't be able to walk down the road up to the church at night, because I won't be existing anymore. Tomorrow I won't hear the mass ever again because I'll be a soul drifti...