I remember when running was fun,
Just a game,
And I could run forever.
Or at least until I collapsed on the ground laughing,
My lungs on fire and my legs sore.
It was a good kind of hurt.
But now.
Now I only run to survive.
Always running.
Pushing through even when my lungs burn,
And my legs hurt.
Honestly I've become numb by now.
Numb to the pain.
My lungs work like a lifeless machine,
Sucking air in and out.
My heart, a lifeless machine,
Pumping blood throughout.
Dead inside.
Empty.
Just keep running.
Always.
Never pausing,
Never a break.
Just keep going.
Run from my fears,
My mistakes,
Me.
Never stopping,
Or it'll all catch up.
That's what scares me the most.
