Escape.

Yay! For Germany!

Okay, Luxembourg. Sorry. I like Germany too though. If Luxembourg doesn't work out, I'll go to Germany.

When I'm older, I've decided, I want to live far away. I don't really like it at home. Parents yelling across the house to each other (more like at each other). Little sister trying to drown out their screams with annoying cartoons and songs she watches and listens to over, and over again.

Mother, who is nice, is constantly sleeping or working. Step dad just doesn't give a rat's ass about us. He yells at us to get our butts in shape while he sits around on the computer for hours at a time. He's always on facebook.

Every adult I know tries to speak for me. I'm not that young! I'm in highschool now. I want to make my own decisions. Nobody gives me that though.

So, I'm learning French, then I'll go to college, move to Canada, get a job, learn German, and move to Luxembourg.

Just, so I can escape this house, and be far~ away.

It's not a happy life.

Escape Isn't Sweet

I'd like to say, that it isn't sweet,

But, Love, you're only bitter.

I'd walk a million streets,

Before I come back to be your sitter.

Honey, I'm not sure I can stay.

The walls are closing in.

Baby, I'm going away,

Then I'll finally win.

Win? What was I trying to win?

I was taken by a merciless gun.

Taken by the gun man's sin.

Oh, shoot, this isn't fun.

Life isn't like I'd thought it be.

It's so much harder then it seems.

But sugar, I died "Me."

That all I wanted, in my dreams.