After years of living in literal hell. I ran away, a cowards way out of life. It's seemed as if I should kill myself make it all go away. All the pain the suffering. Just flow out of my body along with the thick red blood. But no I would not do this it is even more cowardly. I pack my bags and watch the dirt road disappear, fading into the distance almost as all my life is behind me now. A strong rush of relief flows through my veins. I can't beleive I'm doing this, finally not going to take the beatings and bruises from that shitty exuse of a mother.
