So.....
I left.
What do you want me to do?
I can't go back. I can't. I can't die.
I am not twelve.
I am tired of puzzles, cuddles, hugs, darkness, reading Romeo and Juliet for the hundred time.
Is no fun, hiding the key, pretending that I care about you, that you won't comeback at night.
I can't go out, but you can, not during the day, not during the night.
They might discover you, they might take you away.
I am 15 now. I want to go back. I am going to comeback. I am going home, with my mom. Don't worry I won't say anything about you. I am sure in time you will find someone else to replace me.
Why should I say goodbye?
If you have left me alone, and left so many times and not even left a note.
So goodnight, good luck.