All I ever need, all I ever see, is you. It's not my fault that I want to let go, but you can't just release that grip you have on my heart. Why can't I turn my back and run away? Leave you far behind? You just won't let me go, every time I try you pull me back. Back into your "loving" arms I can't stand that look you give me every time I saw I'm gonna leave, I can't stand that look you give me when you say "I don't want you to go" but why do you say that? You never do any thing to show you love me, never do anything to show how much you care... So why do I stay? Why don't I run away, from your grasp on my heart, on my arm, my body is covered in burses from you, do you really care about me? Or do you care about my body? That you have taken so forcefully before. I AM going to run away this time, close my eyes and never turn around, never look back, because if I can't see that look in your eyes, your words will not hurt me, I can close my eyes and leave for good. I will, some day, if I can wrench your hand off my heart, escape your restraining arms. Escape that look, I will just close my eyes and run away, next time you pass out from all that booz you say is good for you. I'm not your to control anymore, I'm not your to take as you please, I'm taking what is mine and leaving, never turning around, never opening my eyes until I know I'll never see that look in your eyes. I will run away, as soon as the blood flow slows down, out of my stomach, from where you stabbed me, you grinned when you did it. So now I lay here, waiting for you to pass out pretending to be dead. I watch you fall and sway to my feet, leaving this house, going to the hospital, telling them everything. I did it, I left, and I'll never go back.

Justin: looks at poem, song, what ever you want to call it You just wrote that?

DT: Rolls eyes no I actually stole it from my sister, YOU JUST SAW ME WRITE IT!!

DH: (D. Human) we believe you DT, it's just different from your other writing

DT: SO?!

Justin: I'm just not used to you having a brain and so on

DT: Smacks Justin in the back of the head

Justin: - look at all the pretty colors...

DH: Ummm, review?