Running away doesn't seem like an option, I hope it was, on days that weigh me down and tear my soul apart, I hope I could run away.

Days when breathing itself is too hard, how can I even think of walking around acting as if nothing is wrong?

Escaping has always been my thing.
Feeling sick? Work
Feeling tired?  Work more
Feeling violated? Just continue working.

"Keep doing what you have always been doing or else you may break down, in a way that you won't be able to come back up" says my stupid mind and I keep believing that it's true but knowing deep within that it's not.