The Most Beautiful Lie

I'm running, faster and faster but the world around me stays in place in going no where.
I run and I run, I could almost reach the light it's so close; I feel it in my fingertips. This world is pulling the ground underneath me, making me fall on my knees.
I've ran for so long, knees and palms covered in blood. The wind has been knocked out of me, it hurts and I fear I can't go on for much longer.
I'm tired of running... I'm I've lost all hope. This is my goodbye.