Catching up.
Time to catch up.
When Cat and me started really fading away, I latched on to a guy that used me up for all I'm worth. I destroyed what was left of Cat and me. I hurt a lot of people. I forgot who I was.
Tonight...I broke free.
Things were getting out of hand and I just couldn't take it anymore. I knew if I stayed, I would never leave. That I had get out and I had to do it while I had the chance. I grabbed my bags (I've been packed for two weeks now incase the chance came to leave) and walked out the door.
He let me go without a fight. Which part of me is thankful for. Half of me wishes he grabbed on to me and cried, begged me not to go, like the last time...the other half of me is thankful he didn't because I don't think I would have been strong enough to say no and leave.
I'll be leaving for Georgia in a few hours. Back to the shithole town I ran away from. Seems like everyone that manages to escape for a few years gets dragged back in. I don't plan on staying permanently, but I need to stay at least long enough to get a grip on myself...whatever that is. I don't even know who I am anymore.
All I know is I'm hurt. I'm lonely. I'm confused. I don't understand how things got so out of control.
The next few months are gonna be a bumpy ride, I'm sure, but I'm gonna cling on with all I've got left...which isn't much.
I'm not afraid anymore. I've got nothing left to lose and a glimmer of hope in my heart. That's gotta take me somewhere.
When Cat and me started really fading away, I latched on to a guy that used me up for all I'm worth. I destroyed what was left of Cat and me. I hurt a lot of people. I forgot who I was.
Tonight...I broke free.
Things were getting out of hand and I just couldn't take it anymore. I knew if I stayed, I would never leave. That I had get out and I had to do it while I had the chance. I grabbed my bags (I've been packed for two weeks now incase the chance came to leave) and walked out the door.
He let me go without a fight. Which part of me is thankful for. Half of me wishes he grabbed on to me and cried, begged me not to go, like the last time...the other half of me is thankful he didn't because I don't think I would have been strong enough to say no and leave.
I'll be leaving for Georgia in a few hours. Back to the shithole town I ran away from. Seems like everyone that manages to escape for a few years gets dragged back in. I don't plan on staying permanently, but I need to stay at least long enough to get a grip on myself...whatever that is. I don't even know who I am anymore.
All I know is I'm hurt. I'm lonely. I'm confused. I don't understand how things got so out of control.
The next few months are gonna be a bumpy ride, I'm sure, but I'm gonna cling on with all I've got left...which isn't much.
I'm not afraid anymore. I've got nothing left to lose and a glimmer of hope in my heart. That's gotta take me somewhere.