i keep running
i keep running away from everyone,
the scars on my arms grow more and more and i fear
a time when i no longer have space to accommodate more.
i keep running from myself,
trying not to think myself real
i can't be real,
because if i were real then surely i should feel.
i keep running back to my blades and letting my tears turn to blood,
i keep running back to the voices in the dark telling me i don't belong and need to leave.
i don't think i want to stop running,
because when i stop running
the madness will end.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
i keep running
i keep running away from everyone,
the scars on my arms grow more and more and i fear
a time when i no longer have space to accommodate more.
i keep running from myself,
trying not to think myself real
i can't be real,
because if i were real then surely i should feel.
i keep running back to my blades and letting my tears turn to blood,
i keep running back to the voices in the dark telling me i don't belong and need to leave.
i don't think i want to stop running,
because when i stop running
the madness will end.