I want to run away
Feel my legs burn
And the wind pull at my clothes
I want to be rid of the constant voices
The need to feel perfect
The doubt
I just want to feel the chill air hit my bare arms
The grass cutting at my heels
As if pulling me back
I'm running to the edge
Where I know everything will be gone
I long for the jump
And the emptiness that will follow
YOU ARE READING
Anxious
PoetryMy voice is broken from my internal screams clogging up my throat [poetry]
