I want out!
Reado to go
run away
take me with you
take me far away
sick of this place
sick of this life
sick of being haunted with memories
everytime I look at a knife
I want out of this
to get away from here
I don; t want any help
that's just what I fear
so don't take my hand
or say 'it'll be okay'
I'm just trying to make it
through one more day
so kiss me good-night
maybe tell me you love me
if i make it through
You'll see me in the morning
poem by Jade Just me
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