• Running
    Gotta keep going

    Feet hitting the sidewalk
    Least I'm not walking on air.

    Too thin shoes
    I hate this

    sends every step
    Hate myself.

    jarring through my body.
    Hate everyone.

    But I still run.
    Running away again.

    Nothing stops me.
    Quit following me.

    Voices
    Shut up!

    Raging in my head.
    Why can't I hear myself?

    My own thoughts aren't there.
    "Sis, wait up!"

    I had stopped running, my sister caught up.
    "Walk ahead of me."

    I don't want her to see me this weak.
    "Okay!"

    She's too happy.
    You don't have to make her sad.

    A bubble, glowing with a gold light, appears in my head.
    Bubble, Shut up!

    A fire now in my head.
    You can't help it, we know it's their fault, why not get rid of the problem?

    A knife takes it's place.
    Or leave the problem?

    A star scatters them all.
    Shut Up! Get out of my head!

    I sink to the ground, a streetlight now a spotlight.
    They don't care! No one cares.

    I can't feel anything.
    What is wrong with me?!

    Dig my nails into my wrists.
    "Shut up!"

    I scream at the ground.
    I'm not real, nothing's real.

    Dig my nails into my hands.
    Still nothing.

    I start crying.
    "Sis, you okay?"

    My little sister, always the angel, always perfect.
    "Just fine. Go home now. I'll be right behind you. Just hurt myself."

    I get up faking a limp.
    Add another lie to the list.

    So I go home, worried they'll see the marks
    from the pain I can't feel.
    They don't even look.

    So more faking,
    more lying,
    more screaming,
    more dying.
    But no one
    sees.
    I'm still running,
    from my past
    my present,
    my future,
    my then,
    my will be,
    my now.
    Running from my life,
    my death,
    my friends,
    my family
    myself.