I'm running away to a place, that is my secret place, where I figure everything out in this messed up head of mine, but how can I get there (with no way there?), when can I go (what time, day?), I need to go soon before I explode (into a million pieces). I need to get a way from this drama high school I'm in, I need time to figure out what I'm doing (right now) because right now I'm doing everything in a *trance.
copyright; 2007 McNally, Inc. Sophomore year was rough, but high school is rough, and hard. I'm glad I had music, and writing...I probably wouldn't have made it out there alive if I didn't.- From When Times Get Tough....Write Poetry