• I am not good enough.
    Nor am I strong enough.
    I don't know that I will make it.
    Ever.
    I never know.
    My mind is always to clouded by you.
    Look away, as I commit this crime.
    I can't possibly deal with you screaming at me.
    Not anymore.
    Never again.
    And I need you to shut up.
    To stop your talking.
    Once, just once.
    After this time, I could care less.
    But for now, just let me gather my thoughts,
    And gather my items.
    I'm leaving this town.
    Leaving this life behind.
    Because that's all that's left to live for.
    There's nothing I'd like more.