I’m tired. Of this bed. Of this place. I should be out of this town. Every time I get pulled back in and slapped. I used to run through fields and sit and laugh with my friends now everyone’s either addicted or hating each other for cheating. I miss a year ago. And last year I missed the year before. Every time I try to chin up that little voice keeps reminding me how useless I am. I wanna kill that voice. But everyday it grows stronger with invisible straps and sharp words. I miss the strength I used to have to silence it.