where it stings

i force myself to write

because i will not

force him to listen.

-

i force myself to run

with shaking legs

and burning lungs.

my vision blurs

with colours

that aren't there.

my legs scream

from under me,

i barely feel them.

my head aches

as if its already

hit the pavement.

everything screams

at me to please stop.

he screams,

and again, i run.