I just run. Run from everything, my thoughts my problems and my demons. But there's always a way I somehow come back to it. Like if it was a reset button for my hell. For me there's no such thing as freedom. I am limited to everything and I'm always in my room. My parents always ask If I'm depressed or something but tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do when I'm not allowed to do anything. So she gets pissed of at me for telling her the truth like I'm sorry if you can't handle it. But all you ever do is yell at me and blame everything on me. I'm just a waste of life and I hate myself and I can slit my wrist but it really wouldn't help or would it? I just wanna end my pain. I don't wanna be known as the attention seeker but it's not my fault when your the one who puts this in my head and your the one who fucked me over and over and over and I just let you. Why? Why did I let you? I'm not talking about my parents anymore. If you know me really well you'd know. You tried to warn me and tell me to watch out but I didn't listen. I broke your heart and you buried mine. But what do you want me to say I apologized to you but you still ignore me. I fucked up and I know I did. But don't put the blame on me knowing that its your fault. It's your fault I'm broken. It your fault when you toyed with my emotions. But WHY? WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT? Everyone knows me as a slut cause of you. So now I hate myself and bitch your the fucking reason I'm not around and that I want to kill myself. Who am I kidding you don't give a fuck about me and you will never give me a second chance. But don't worry I'm gonna leave soon and I don't want you to miss me. I don't want you to say "I could've been there". I don't even want you to go to my funeral cause you said "you'd always be there for me". So where are you now?
