i want to run away
where they would never find me again

i want to escape my past
my regrets
and my memories

sometimes death feels like the better option

i can catch others
but why isnt anyone here for me

it's ok,
you didnt know

you are too pure, innocent, foolish
you dont understand pain

what the boots have turned us into
a pile of colorless leaves

a mush of grey leaves
with a dark soul

seeking
for a vivid mind