I run
I know I am nothing without them
And when I most wish to stop being nothing
Then the craving to run back to those I have fled comes back with unbearable strength.
Until I see arms, bringing me their gift of death.
I come back here, to live my half-life of loneliness.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
I run
I know I am nothing without them
And when I most wish to stop being nothing
Then the craving to run back to those I have fled comes back with unbearable strength.
Until I see arms, bringing me their gift of death.
I come back here, to live my half-life of loneliness.
Inspired by Skye Martin's artwork
