Turning on a Bridge

the road seems longer.
the road seems duller.
but why wouldn’t it?
there’s no destination
except for away
from the hell that i called home.
away from the abuse
and all the neglect.
the tank is full, so sure,
why wouldn’t i leave?
i have cash in my wallet
from the drugs i sold
to the sixteen year olds.
but i didn’t care at all.
money is money, right?
i am on the highway now,
heading towards the north,
but i don’t really want to.
i’d rather just forget
all of the sins i’ve done.
i’m over a bridge now.
should i make a right turn
and just forget it?
all the sins and abuse?
this bottle is pulling.
i guess it’s sink or swim.