I am an unfit girl.
I run when I'm stressed.
I run when I'm depressed.
I run when I feel my darkest emotions seeping out.
During the day I am a fit girl,
who's all smiles and friendly.
A supportive and energetic girlfriend.
A loving daughter.
A sister who you can call for when needed.
But at night,
I am an unfit girl.
Who lurks out in the dark and only follows the unwanted paths and alleys.
I run until I lose my breath,
panting my pain,
laughing out my sorrows,
tears of exhaustion running down this face.
Yet, the only thing I could hear is my pounding heart,
telling me to keep going.
I feel calm when I lose my breath,
a masochistic attitude, but I feel as if I'm vomiting my burden away.
Because the world is muted when I'm breathless.
And the only thing that's speaking is my soul to not give in.
I have to be an empty basket before a new day starts,
to carry the things life expects me to be.