am i just a bad kid? so bad i have to yelled at and scrutinized? probably, but i can't take the pressure. my dream is to run away, to get out, but i can't even do a simple and small task that could allow this future to be possible. it's dark here, where my demons reside. i broke my streak, cut my ever lasting ribbon as it pours thinly in fraying red out of my side. it doesn't hurt, just makes me empty, hollow. i've stopped hurting, and gone straight to nothing. it's easier this way isn't it? i can hurt you, but you can't hurt me. after all how can you hurt someone that doesn't even feel at all? or really it's more like someone that's been hurt so much in every way, they know what to expect. i hurt so much and cry so much and scream so much and then it goes right back to nothing. no one believes me but i've got the bump and the crack to prove it but that's not enough because i'm a child to be dealt with and that is all. i've distanced myself, i thought i'd leave and i've decided i will. but i'm leaving for good, and that's a promise.