I'll be gone soon. Maybe not to end this life, but be somewhere far. Away from you -- somewhere I'll feel safe. A place filled with serenity. A place I can consider safe. A place far from you.
Maybe this is running. At this point, I think running is better than staying in a place that's self-destructive to me. A place where I'm continuously reminded that I'm a horrible person. This is what they called 'home', but it never felt like that.
I've been taught that home is safety; it's family. I've never realized that this word is so foreign to me until now. I've never felt like I belong. I know I'm the outsider -- the intruder. I was the person that shouldn't be here. How is it possible not to feel safe with the people that supposed to be your family?
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
I'll be gone soon. Maybe not to end this life, but be somewhere far. Away from you -- somewhere I'll feel safe. A place filled with serenity. A place I can consider safe. A place far from you.
Maybe this is running. At this point, I think running is better than staying in a place that's self-destructive to me. A place where I'm continuously reminded that I'm a horrible person. This is what they called 'home', but it never felt like that.
I've been taught that home is safety; it's family. I've never realized that this word is so foreign to me until now. I've never felt like I belong. I know I'm the outsider -- the intruder. I was the person that shouldn't be here. How is it possible not to feel safe with the people that supposed to be your family?
