Running!
Running!
Running!
The person I see is not me
Or is it not what people expected from me
The sadness found in failure-
I did not achieve
What my parents set for me.
Blood trickling down my writs
Oozing out of clawed veins
Blood belonging to "who knows"
Colouring the lifeless white flakes
That have longed to turn the Earth pure again
Have sunken me to my knees.
Life,
Something I've never had
And couldn't possibly ever have.
