Im alone, walking through these dark woods.
Going as far away as I can from home,
because Id rather be alone.
Being in that house was like being in a nightmare
trying to get out.
I was about to go insanely crazy without a doubt.
Id rather be homeless,
I bet then I would find happiness.
Because the feeling of being free,
is exactly how I want it to be.
I was having disturbing thoughts that this
nightmare had brought.
But since I got out,
them disturbing thoughts I no longer think about.
I love going through the dark woods where
I love being in the night.
Because its the only time im feeling
more than alright.
I avoid headaches from being in the light,
I wish all year round would stay night.
I am finally as happy as can be,
because in life, i am where I want to be.
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