Running or Flying

A sheet of black pavement that curves in many different ways, leads me to a place where I sleep. My feet carry me down the pavement and never to be seen again. Looking back at a house that could of been a home, but the struggle was too strong. Sprinting down that pavement, I know you’ll miss me so. Hang up my face on light poles for the public to see. Have teams of flashlights shine every dark pit to see my face appear. 

You count the hours and shake your leg with worry, hoping something good will turn out. Days pass by and the strength of fear takes over you. I walk around, unseen by everyone and walk pass a house that used to be mine. You’re not there, emptiness fills the inside of me. Tears fall from my eyes. I have nowhere to go. But I don’t want a home filled with nothing but arguments of petty things. I think of a home with white pearly gates and there’s angels that comfort you. Nothing but pureness. Thoughts run through my mind, it’s undecidable. I can’t leave nor stay and feel trapped. Words of encouragement leave me with a positive mind only for a second it seems. A playback of those words wouldn’t help at all.

I’m tired………… as a thirteen year-old I shouldn’t be tired. My mind nor soul can’t take anymore of what happens to or around me. It wouldn’t change if I had the power to change it. The feelings I hide I eventually show, others hide the pain and pretend everything is fine. It’s not. Grudges will crush you emotionally. I have that grudge of running or flying away.

I will run until my feet wear away

or fly away to a white dream cloud

Run an amount of steps

Breath my last breath.