running from the future.
running from the past.
staying up late hoping that tomorrow will never come.
hoping that today never happened.
hoping that the world will start to see that there’s more to me
than a bitchy girl
because behind my façade, there’s a scared and timid girl.
a girl who seeks hope
a girl who seeks love
a girl who seeks refuge
from the demons lurking in the complex maze that is my mind.
each one pulling me in a different direction.
telling me that i’m useless
and worthless and unwanted.
so yeah, i’m running.
but my legs have turned to gelatin.
my heart has frozen solid.
my lungs fall down to my stomach.
and i realize that i can’t run anymore.