The tears were rolling down my face along with the rain. I could taste was my own puke and the Jack Daniels that I had just puked up. I'd ran away from home I fucking hated everything about that place it was a shit hole and I loved the fact that my "family" hadn't noticed that I'd left. I wasn't what mattered to them anymore. I had run away from home because my dad had left and my mom was never around and when she was no matter what it was I was doing my brothers always came first and I just squeezed in wherever I could. My mom had hit me as well, she said I was a waste of space and so yeah I ended up homeless and that's how I got here sat in a dark alleyway in the cold November rain. So there I was sat down a dark alleyway with a bottle of jack and a pile of my own puke. I was so tired physically and of all the bullshit.
