Sometimes, I just wanna run from all of this mess. Escape from all of this, I wanna tell the world that I’m happy, I wanna scream out to the sky, I wanna run, run , run, away from the reality that drags me down, I hate myself that can’t make everything better. I hate myself for being so selfish. My head keeps telling me to quit,
God, help me, I can’t stand this any longer, I need someone to share, someone who understand me without asking,
I’m trying to make myself useful, but everything seems futile.