When the firstborn fall

All I want is to escape and to be heard.

To breathe freely and to dance nakedly without the swell of fret that someone might caught me. It must be good to fly without a knot around your feet. So good that the butterflies forgot to fly back to the tree where they grew their wings.

I want to run.

I want to run to an endless road and be lost forever.

I want to run away from everything that's hurting me, but how? How can I run away when that something that keeps on hurting me was my own family?

How can I run away from my family?