Running Away.

October 3rd

Running away.

It's pretty much all I'm capable of.

I run away from my mistakes.

I run away from my losses.

I run away from my problems.

And I run away from the monsters reminding me of

my mistakes

my losses

my problems.

But no matter how far I run,

I cannot hide.

I cannot escape.

They always find me in the end,

haunting me in my nightmares,

preventing me from moving on.

I would wake up in a cold sweat, shivering in fear.

You would wrap an arm around me,

pull me close into your chest as I sobbed,

promising me that the nightmares will run away and never hurt me again,

not with you by my side.

But if only you would understand,

that the nightmares won't run away,

that the nightmares will continue to hurt me.

Because to me,

the greatest nightmare is life itself.

And in order to wake up from this nightmare,

I have to die.

I've always felt homesick,

like I didn't belong in this world of life,

so I'm running away from it,

running away to a new place which I can hopefully call home.

Running away.

It's pretty much all I'm capable of.

So that's what I'll do.