Escapes.

We all have them, and no madder how much you push that you don't,  no madder how much you fight it.. you have one too.
We all have something that we do to get away from how we feel. It may be something like, running! running tell your lungs scream for air and the sweat clings your clothes to your shaking body.
or you may just shove chemicals into your body and into your bloodstream, you might do it so that you get numb, or as a silent protest that you know one day will kill you and stop the pain. or you might cut or harm yourself, because your useless, because to see your blood coming out of your body and drip to the floor so silent its deafening! but it makes you feel in control, makes you powerful, makes you feel like you deserve it.
The reality is that sooner or later we are going to have to deal with all this baggage that we keep collecting. And when it comes time to do so, How deeply buried will you be?
 how many years of heartbreak will you need to dig up until you can even pretend to deal with it? how many years of counciling will you go through? how many days will you cry so hard that your whole body aches and how many times will you let your heart re-break?
Will it be to late? will it be to heart wrenching that you end your own life?
How far will you go until you realize that its time to unpack?