Hope To Escape

I hope I get to kill you. You are a son of a bitch. You do do nothing but sit there and scream at me for no reason. I don't do anything and you tell me to shut up and then act like we're cool ten minutes later. If you don't want me then why not get rid of me? Why not send me far away? I don't even want to live you anymore. I can't stand being around you. I tremble going home everyday because I'm scared that you will hit me. My friends are always trying to calm me down from crying. I could cut myself and you won't notice or care because of how oblivious you are! I can't wait to get out! To get out of this place! This...PRISON! Sometimes I wish I were dead instead of having to deal with the likes of you! But you know what? I'm done.