Run

It's becoming difficult now. Every moment I feel like running away. I don't want to live like this. I don't like my home. I don't want to call it home. This isn't going right. I want to be free. I feel like locked up. I don't have a opinion of my own nor do I have choices of my own. This has to end. Or someday I will end myself. I feel like dying. Not physically. But mentally. There are clouds surrounding me. The clouds that want me to come to sky. To be free. To have no limits. No boundations. Just me and my dreams. I want to go woth them. I wish I had the courage to do so. But that is not possible. With all the responsibilities that are on my shoulders and all the people who look forward on me. I cannot hurt them. Even if in return I have to hurt myself every single day. I am afraid of my own shadow. It tells me how dark my world is. I want to be left alone. But then, I suffer pangs of loneliness every single moment. This has to end. I can't live like this. No. No. No.
Shit.
There is a world outside my room that is waiting to be explored. I want to go in it. These people say that that world is dangerous, cruel, selfish. But I still want to go in it. Even if it destroys me. I am ready to be destroyed. I cannot live my whole life in my room. I feel that my room is the tower of rupunzel and they are all stranding me. I need to get out.
Please help me god.
I don't think so that i will be able to do this alone.