This Is Just a Story

I couldnt take it anymore. Dealing with Everyone elses problems, always under stress, bottling up inside what I wish I could scream out. There's a limit you know. A certain amount of pressure your put under until you snap. I tried as had as I could, but when you lose hope and feel like The world is falling in on you and the only way to escape is if..is if you run away. So I did. No more worrying, no more coming home to my dad shooting up, no more exscuses of why I always have bruises on my arms, no more fear. Maybe it's just my generation but life seems to be getting worse as time goes on. Well.. not me. Im getting as far away from this place as I can and never coming back.