I saw this little house
this little house that no one seemed to live in
bordered up and sitting along a highway
driving past it i thought about it
thought about it willingly and painfully in a small way
that maybe i could live there
30 minutes away from home
no would even no
live there for awhile
until the police got on my tail
then hike off to the bus station
where ever that may be
I'd set off and it'd be a trip
it'd rain and I'd have My Chemical Romance playing in the back of my head
running through the forest
then tracing the highway
praying that no one would pass me
and in my back pack CUT would rest and that book is the best of the best
And in the back pack Catcher in the Rye would sit with holden? yes that is it
and in my back pack a knife would lay and razor blade would rest so peacefully waiting for my encounter
soon to be
and I'd run
so far away from my home
so far away from everyone i know
and I'd never see any of you again
I'd be gone
cutting every night
popping pills and getting high from the medication id steal that my mom hides
and this would be my dream land
this is what i want
i want to cut
i need to cut
i need to feel numb
and i need to run
i need to be free
from you
from me
~Please comment and vote~ (really crappy poem just wrote down my thoughts while they were racing blah o well)
