I ran away and didn't want to look back. I drove four hours to escape my problems. Two hours to never hear the screams again Five hours to start a new life One hour to just be someone else I was doing fine for many weeks. Then they had me taken away to come "home." They wanted to make things better. I wouldn't call it hope what I felt, I was scared. It felt like home before, it really did. I loved most of it. But things change and these things really did I never wanted to see that place again It was quiet when I opened the door, more than usual. I fell into a hole of old habits that I wanted to leave behind so desperately. Please, I don't want to go back home. It wont be the last time. And I know I will feel all of it again.