Runaway

I packed my bags and runway. Im sitting on this door step shaking with fear and fright.

I feel so tied and weak I cant feel my toes or my feet

People walk passed me like im nothing like im a peace of $*it thats need clearing

I start to shiver as the snow comes down heaver

I feel so lost and hurt I cant go back now I want them to suffer like I have for the passed 3 years

Everything is a mess I have f**KED it all up I got nothing now not Evan my home

No one knows who I am not Evan my own mother please god take me now let them suffer