I feel helpless and low, calling myself names and knowing that they don't belong. My father hitting me, yelling at me, wishing i'd just cheer up, but making things worse for himself. I get mad and i leave, throwing an additude at him and myself. I think that i hate my life if only i could leave, just run away and not care either way. Running and running until i am far away from this place, going until nobody knows me, then maybe i'd be happy and then i could live on, with friends and with people that love me...but that won't happen because i am stuck living this shitty life i have been given.
