The distance

I was used to distance being only a couple minutes, normally it wouldn't bother me as much to move, but I got attached....attached to you, to the way you treated me, how you loved me. Yet the distance seems to slowly be eating me alive. I miss our sweet memories before I had to leave.

I had been forced to move across the sea, my mother wanted to remarry though she didn't seem to choose the right person. My step-dad he's not the best person, always yelling and never knowing when to stop. Not being able to tell I'm not happy here either. I miss my person. My first and only love.

The only boy that made me feel like I was a person, yet you got ripped away. Now I'm left trying to get money to fly myself back. I feel like a let down. I just want to be able to see my love again. To never have to deal with the painful distance. Yet all I seemed to be able to do is break down. Only having a year and a half to try and figure out a way back on my own.

I'm scared my parents are going to hate me when I leave. Never want to talk with me again, I'm afraid I'll lose everything for who I love. Yet they always say it's my choice. Is it really my choice? Yet every single time I bring it up, they get upset. I just want away from my parents, I want the person who cares about me. Who treats me better than my own parents. The distance is killing me slowly. Killing my mental health.