...This talk of dreams you say?
What If?

What if I was one of those kids who ran away and never came home, because something happened to me? Would you care then? As much as it hurts to think to leave it hurts more to stay. Unfortunately this is how it I, how it will be. I’ll move on like every other time I walked out from the dinner table, or went for an hour bike ride cause I couldn’t take it anymore or cried myself to sleep wondering how much everyone care. What if that was me? I’m okay though…really.

Maybe this will call your attention now…

  1. nothingbetta2do posted this