Life is a weird thing,
sometimes good sometimes bad.
Why can’t there be a place to just run away?
To leave all your problems, all the drama, all the people.
I gaze through the looking glass.
Seeing a reflection that isn’t mine.
The person standing there looks worn out like . That isn’t me, is it?
I want to jump in. Help them. Save them.
Join the multiverse and have the life I was meant to have.

I slip in, whirling and twirling in a cosmic bliss.
I feel the weight slowly fall off. I’m as light as a cosmic ray.
Floating. Purples, blues, yellows and pinks. Colors surround me, enchanting me.
I see her. I see the sad soul in the mirror.
Face to face, we stare. Not a word is muttered.
“Why are you so sad?” The question now sounding pointless.
I know why. This sad person, is me.
The torment, the abuse, the hatred I endure everyday.

I know why now, why I want to run away to this multiverse.
I want to run away from the bullies. The laughter. The constant struggle to survive.
I want to be in a place where I feel nothing, see nothing, hear nothing.
A place where I am this feather. Just floating. Floating away from life.
Floating away from everything.

I wake up. I’m back in this cruel world.
Back to the names and the hate.
Back to the so called “Family” that I live with.
I look at the bottle next to me on the floor.
I guess it didn’t work.
Again.