I run.
I run away from all my problems like they do not matter.
They don't.
I run.
I run as far as my two skinny legs will take me.
Carrying me through this world like it does not matter.
It doesn't.
I run.
I run away from all the people who hurt me.
Giving me their hate like a gift.
Which I hold.
Containing all their lies in my mind.
I run until my ears can't hear their mocking laughter.
The wind screams in my ears, making it easier to drain their words, like they do not matter.
They don't.
I run like I'm flying;
I fly through the trees,
as my bare feet skip over the dirt,
barley hitting the ground.
I run.
Nothing Matters to me anymore.
For i am finally freed of my worries.
I run away from the darkness,
As the light eats it away,
I am free.
I run.
I run into the sunset.
Feeling the firey freedom of my worries burn to an end.
I am nothing but a balloon
Floating away, into the atmosphere.
Finally free.
I run.
I run away from all my problems like they do not matter.
They don't.
