I wiped the tears from my eyes, holding the knife to my wrist.

I run from hate
I run from prejudice
I run from pessimists.

I felt the quick surge of stinging as I sliced the knife, cutting my skin.

But I run too late.

Tears still ran down my cheeks, onto my jeans. I sniffled as everything became blurred by my tears.

I run my life
Or is it running me
Run from my past
I run too fast
Or too slow it seems
When lies become the truth
That’s when I run to you.

Blood spread over my clammy skin, a deep red tree seemed to form on my arm as it dripped down further, forming branches.

This world keeps spinning faster
Into a new disaster so I run to you
And when it all starts coming undone
I run to you.

Then I grabbed the pills, firmly wrapping my fingers around the bottle. They poured out onto my palm.

We run on fumes
Your life and mine
Like the sands of time
Slippin’ right on through
And our love’s the only truth
That’s why I run to you.

Nothing