One morning I leave this house
Never say goodbye
In theory it is maybe the easiest solution
But in reality it’s different
But what must you do if your home is your personal prison
When you are locked up in your own room, in your own brain, in your own mess
Must I stay home and let my mind further die or must I leave?
I don’t any longer believe in therapy because in one or another way they also control my life.
I’m not sick why must I go to a physical doctor than?
Does nobody understand the point?
The point is: I’m seventeen! I’m young. I have to enjoy life
but in my life it’s only dark
and every day something happens at school, at home or with friends
and it makes that life sucks!
I don’t know any longer what to do…I want to leave this mess
But there seems no end
I’m scared for the future …for what’s gone happen…
I don’t want to hurt any body but it seems I’m only hurting myself
My own mind and body
I want to leave this house, to find peace but…I have nowhere to go
Friends but there is always something that make it impossible
And out up the street I don’t gone survive that.. it’s good for one night
But not for the rest of my life
The best solution is to talk with my parents
But what if they don’t listen
Somebody else gone do it in my place
But I’m scared for their reaction
For the reaction of my dad
He’s the problem, not me!
He’s the one who must realize some things
And have to change his life at some points
But that’s the last thing he gone do
He has the choice: he leaves or I do!