Runaway

Sweat,

Tears,

Dripping down your face.

 

The pain,

It’s real,

And you’re running away again.

 

A cut knee,

And bruises,

Let you know where it hurts.

 

Their words,

Those stares,

Cut your heart like a knife.

 

Even with your heart pounding,

You can still hear the voices,

Telling you to run away,

That things will never be ok,

Here.

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