Sometimes I just sit and cry like rite now...
and sometimes I wanna die,
and the only way I continue to cope with this is by reading stories I imagen myself there far far far away with him away from this hell I've endured.
Far away where things seem so much better and where life is worth living.
It's my escape my fantasy...
it's the dark place in my mind that I actually want to go to.
It's the one place that I can escape to any time I please....
It's the only place I'm happy
