Run Like Hell (Or Maybe To A New Hell)
So its 3:30 in the morning and I'm wide awake. I ran away. I woke up to things that I didn't want to wake up to. I waited forever for the chance to run away. Now I have read things that I did not care to read. It's time for a new hell. I think I'm going to run away from all of this. From Him. From Them. From everything. Not happy anymore. No one cares anyway. I'm just so fustrated and hurt with everything going on right now. And now that pain is back and I'm scared. I think I'm dying.