I run for hours and hours,
Not even taking the time to smell the flowers,
More hours,
More running,
Not even stopping,
I don't know what i'm running from,
Cant see it,
I can hear it,
I can feel its presence,
Cold,
Hits me like a slap in the face,
There different voices,
A man seeking someone,
A women screaming,
A blood curdling screams for help,
But the worst is the silence,
No noise,
Not a sound,
No screams,
No seeking,
Just nothing,
Nothing at all,
I run and I run through pure darkness,
From a far,
I see a car,
I think maybe,
Just maybe,
I can drive away from my problems,
Away from everything,
I drive,
I drive,
And I drive,
The car breaks down shortly,
I yell in anger,
Time to go back on foot,
And hope to find some loot,
The voice get louder,
They tell me,
I cant run,
Hide,
Or find,
And to do as my mind says,
Then I hear laughter,
I stop and I scream,
When will this end,
Will this ever end,
Then silence comes again,
And I just run again,
Hours turn to days,
The flowers are rotting
And so are my insides,
Days of,
Torture,
Pain,
Suffering,
Fear and doubt,
Days to months,
Months of darkness,
Like when I close my eyes,
Like black ink,
Voices,
Confusion,
And being alone,
Hours turn to days to months,
Hours days, months of,
Pain,
Suffering,
Fear,
Doubt,
Darkness,
Voices,
Confusion,
And being hurt and alone,
Now its been years,
The voices are louder,
And they speak to me again,
I say hello to see if there still there,
They speak again,
They speak of an exit,
Away from it all,
They tell me to stop running from myself,
To take the way out,
I see a knife,
A knife in a distance,
And I think,
And say to myself,
This is my last run,
I take the knife,
Point,
eject,
It all goes black again,
I wake to an alarm as loud as a farm,
With no more harm,
And the last voice I hear is,
Your were running from your problems,
And that's when I realize,
I was the problem,
The endless,
Running,
Hiding,
Seeking,
When all I needed was a mirror,
And this all could have ended faster,
And saved me the disaster.