Pop! went the bubble of hopes.
I'm still living in the reminants of the bubble,
in misery.
I wanna run away.
I wanna escape.
I don't wanna be here.
I don't wanna have to think of all sorts of stuff's that's weighing me down.
I don't wanna be here.
Nor there.
I wanna go on a fuss free trip.
Somewhere where I don't have to think of anything upsetting.
Maybe, I really wanna stop taking care of others.
And be taken care of for once.