Step.

Away from the ghosts and demons that haunt me from my past.

Step.

Away from those who can hurt me.

Step.

Away from the stress that keep my notebooks wet from tears.

Step.

Away from all the overwhelming responsibilities.

Step.

Away from the constant pain.

The final step.

As I free fall to the quickly approaching ground.

Wait!

I don't want to be away from my loved ones.

Too late.

I guess an end needs sacrifices.

- Jeans