Escape

I need to get away from here. I cant take it anymore. These bruises on my knuckles is a sign of what this place is doing to me. So is the holes in the walls. I'm just ready to get away. Days like this just make me want to run away. I need to get away. I need to scream.. I need to.. something. Getting me things doesn't make up for the things you put me through. Not at all. And you wonder why I was practically like a zombie around you for almost a week... It's the way I am. "Oh you should open up to me more" "Why dont you ever just say what you want" Because when I do all you do is judge me!!!
I say this with the hot tears staining my face... I'll be the happiest person ever when I can finally leave. And once I do, you won't see me much. I'd love to see how you do without me or anyone else you are always complaining about. How you always have to do everything yourself and how NO ONE helps you... ha.. just wait til you really drive everyone away from you and your alone.......