I run.
I run away from all of the things clouding my mind, I run from the thoughts of you, and my family, and all the other things that don't matter.
Except they follow.
The thoughts of you and your harsh words hunt me like a wild animal.
I thought the woods and trails I knew so well, my old friends, could hide me from them.
But now it's dark,
And I'm hopelessly lost,
And I'm still hearing those words.
My stomach turns,
Does a flip,
And I do too.
I keel over,
My vision blurring with tears and sweat and anger.
I lay there in the leaves and finally hear the stars and their wonderful peace once again,
Just like when I was little and innocent.
The words are gone,
But so am I.
I'm not sorry one bit.
