Saturday, August 7, 2010

One Way Out- I Quit.

If I were gone I wouldn't be missed...
All I am is a care giver,
Not even a care giver that gets a vacation.
Just used and used until I die.
So why don't I just quit this job early?
I can't escape like my sister did by moving.
I can't go to a boarding school or run away.
The only way out of this mess is to send myself to the unknown...