Destitute

I need out.
For means of survival, I need out.
I want to feel content within myself.
And there's no way w/o getting out.
Someday soon, I hope, I'll escape.
I'll enjoy each breath I take.
When that day comes everything will look up.
I have few things to be happy for.
And one will be going soon.
I know I'll be okay.
But I always get scared.
I know I need to grow up.
But I always get scared.
This happens all the time to other people.
Why can't I just take it with a grain of salt.
I've never had someone to care.
And now that I do, it's hard.
Anything to ever go wrong has been my fault.
I hope to gain the strength to right my wrongs.
And finally just be able to live.