Keep Going.

Today, I just wanted to leave the classroom and just run as far as I could go.
My body was urging for someone to help me, but I just couldn't say anything.
I can't.

Depressing as it feels, I don't see why I should feel this way.
Its always the medicine. Blame it on the medicine, you're fine.
You'd think it would stop after you take over 400mg of medicine every night.
But I'm just used to it. And I feel so ashamed.

Last week, it was raining and I ran inside. The first thing I notice is the perfume, the loud music, and the mumbling.
she's drunk. once again.
I just locked myself in my room and I just cried. She kept repeating her self; what what, what did you say? no no, that's not right, no.

When you listen to that you're whole life it gets really annoying. That isn't even the worst.
I couldn't take it, so I called him and he got me. I felt bad...
yeah can you take me away from my house, my mom is drunk and I can' take it.
its not their problem, I'm old enough to take care of it.

That isn't even the half of it; why I don't drink.
No way in hell will I turn into that. I could die, I really could.
Am I over reacting? maybe. but I know my mother wasn't 2+ years ago.

is it too much to ask to have someone there when you need them?
with out feeling bad, and the sense you are bothering them.

I know I've said I need to worry about myself, but I am ready to help you. anyone.


Have it raining hard, blurry vision going in and out of black.
look over and smile to whose next to you. then make it all dark... forever
sleep.. sleep... sleep


can I cry now? lol

Now's the right time for a good song
Got something to say what I can't
Do you feel bad, like I feel bad?
We'll pour us a road, we'll both drink and drive