Elucidating Questions

I imagine running away

Just away

Into the unknown

But I know I would be hungry, cold, and miserable

I need an address for PWD anyways

I wouldn’t make it very far either

I’d probably end up curled up on the side of the road somewhere

There are things worse than this

Sometimes it’s hard to believe

I may not have rent, yet again, but

Things could be worse

We aren’t in the worse yet

It’s really sad to think this is the good times in comparison to what happens afterward

This was the good times

Gods, forgive me

I’m not happy

And the thought of it getting worse is just

I can’t see the ending

But I can see what stretches before it

A life of struggling

And pain

I do not believe this is the life that was supposed to be for me

You wouldn’t put me through something I can’t handle

But I can’t handle it

Why did you make me so alone?