No Gas. No Money.

All I want to do is leave. Escape. From a mom who's rolling and piss drunk on the couch. Laughing. Then crying. Then screaming. Stuck in her head. No one to save her. Giving love to strangers. temporary satisfaction. She doesn't know why they always leave. Always an alien in my house. Trying to take charge. Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck do you think you are? Mr Military hasn't even seen something this bad. This is my life. My everyday. Im just a kid. She's supposed to show me life. If thats life Id rather be dead. I just want to drive. Bump music. Mad Max style racing on the highway out this bitch. My cars a minivan. I have no gas. No money. No friends. No love. No where to go. I make movies in my head. Something better. Im the hero. she loves me. I love me. Open my eyes and I'm still here. Sweaty palms. The rooms spinning. Im nauseous. My music gives me a headache. My pillow isn't comfortable. Nothings comfortable. Its 7 PM. I fall asleep. Shaking. Scared to wake up.