Leaving the house, The memories, Pain and happiness. The child that used to live there.
Sometimes you leave too soon, Sometimes you just have to. For the good of the other people Still locked inside.
You can't help but worry about them, But you can't change anytning, Now that you left. But it is what you wanted, is it not?
You thought leaving the house would help you But it only made it worse. You have the life you wanted, But at what cost?
As someone who moved out at 13, it's VERY confusing. Yes, i left the house where i was abused but at what cost? Now my brother is going through the same thing and i can't be there to help him.