I remember when my mom used to grab me up by my hair at the nape of my neck and say "I brought you into this world and I can take you out"
And I wonder why she didn't?

I'm sick of being sad, ugly, and told what to do in this world. I want a way out.

I remember when I was five and my mom would curl her fingers around my throat, pleading for me to "shut the **** up"
And I wonder why I didn't scream a little louder so she'd hold a little longer

And God, I'm so ******* sick and tired of being nice to people who don't deserve it, and missing people, and loving him

I want out.

**I want out.