Escape

Hello there! This is Alex, here with a review. I'm afraid this is going to be short, given the nature of the work. Let's get going!

One thing about the title- I think 'I'm tired' would work much better here. Escape is a clear longing of the poet and thus a reasonable title, but 'I'm tired', being used repeatedly has a much better appeal and pulling impact. I'll leave it to you decide though! I also appreciate this prose formatting you decided to opt for this, as it helps provide gravity.

The tone is so raw and vulnerable, it's almost refreshing to hear someone's unfiltered thoughts so clearly. It doesn't cover up it's frustration to be more presentable, and instead flaunts being blunt.

Everything I do I get yelled at for

On a non serious note, *ahem* relatable. I do think the sentence came across weird though. How about 'I get yelled at no matter what I do'- there fixed it! The current version just doesn't roll of the tongue so effortlessly, that's all.

I sometimes imagine what the world would be like if I disappeared. I'm tired. I want to leave, to escape.

Wishing an alternate better reality in such times of distress is completely normal. You've done a great job capturing/expressing that so simply.

But I can't, cause I have shit to take care of.

Responsibilities typing down a person to a miserable life, incredibly disheartening! Being a caring person, the narrator priorities his duties over happiness. It's such an unfair choice to make, and the reader can very well feel that through the screen.

I love you make small statements to indicate much wider aspects and reveal a lot of relevant things between the lines such as here-

1. I have no one to talk to. I have no peace- Reader found out the reason of the narrator's misery.
2. Sometimes I wonder where I would be if I kept drinking the poison, letting it consume me, letting it drag me in to the dark- We're made aware of his dark intrusive thoughts.
3. All I have is the things they left me with... nothing- We learn of the betrayal he's faced.

The narrator craves rest. This contrasts his earlier desire of escaping altogether. If he can't evade this nightmare, he'd settle for a respite from all his pain and suffering. It isn't physical rest he speaks of (which is much easier to achieve), but a refreshment of the soul- almost entirely out of one's control. This want is again challenged when he claims to want to end. His desires have switched from leaving (to a better place perhaps) to resting (his soul) to ceasing to exist (maybe he realises it's the only way to kill this fatigue now). The wheel keeps turning and until the reader is observant, they've almost missed your literary genius.

I'm impressed with the little additional lines of reason, amidst this overwhelming sorrow. The narrator refrains from crying as he's aware it won't change anything. This is awareness. With extension, one could argue that nullifies the ground of him overthinking as well- that he must not worry so much as it won't change things anyways. But the narrator is too fed up to keep it all in and thus overlooks this bit of reasonable thought that might've crossed his mind. Sometimes venting really helps one feel lighter afterall, is another truth.

I believe this work was based off of your own struggles in life. If that is indeed a right guess, I hope you're in a far better place in life now. I wish this rant helped, and you might consider crying despite your opinions on the matter. It can do wonders in ridding your shoulders of all this wait. I hope you find someone trustworthy to talk to who can help you out through this tough time. Remember- you don't deserve any of this and there's always help available! If you just need a friend to talk to, however, my PMs are always open <3

The piece was extraordinarily honest and felt like the narrator is screaming in the void. It appears simple but hides meanings, reasons and stages of this anger behind its complex layers. You've done a brilliant job, hope to read more from you soon enough.