Sometimes the picture gets smaller
I imagine my feet tiring of running
Becoming only a speck on everyones mind
Until I'm no longer in reach
Escaping from those who caused me pain
It could only be me
My self love
One that never made me doubt myself
Not the kind that made me hate myself
Could I live?
If all I had now was just a memory
Could I pick up and leave it all behind
Would it save me from the pain
Or would the pain they caused become embedded in my brain