Quiet
It’s important to know where the line is
how far to go
and when to turn back
I was tired of living in a toxic environment
sick of feeling pressured to do things that slowed me down
exhausted from defending my terrible role models
So I started to run
I thought I was running to get something
A smaller waist
A sense of accomplishment
But it turns out it’s what I was running from that saved me
I ran from the footsteps that you laid out for me
The trail you’d led me on – towards the same fate you’ve chosen
So I ran
I ran in the opposite direction
I ran for cleaner organs and higher expectations
I’d run as far as the eye could see
I’d kick rocks
I’d scream
and I’d curse you’re name
then I’d run some more
It took about 6 months.
6 months for my best friend to become a monster.
It took 72 hours for my world to collapse
and 9 months to pick up the pieces.
I’m still picking up the pieces.
This is where the anger comes
where I say how much I’ve grown to hate you
how I’ve never felt so betrayed
this is where I question why you’ve chosen drugs over your family
Over everything you love
But I’m sorry
I have no energy for hate
I have no capacity for sympathy
They call this a disease
Well good, because it’s killing me
Killing me to know that you’ve chosen to ignore your only sister for 6 months
Killing me to know that you’re sleeping on couches and spending hundreds on black tar
So when I run, I run to get away from these memories of you
I run to prove to myself that I’m stronger than you ever could be
I run to remind everyone that I’m not going to make the same mistakes
Your mistakes
That I’m going to thrive
I’m going to advance
Versus this stand still, peter – pan mentality you’ve tried to embed in me
We aren’t all 16 forever
this isn’t neverland
I’m tired of living in your shadow
You ripped out the floor from beneath us and walked away
Every decision you make effects someone else
every single time you refuse to recognize that
A relationship dies
I let my brother go to the devil in his own way
I released the weight I’ve been carrying for the past 9 months and I tossed it into these mountain tops
I am powerless to the things I cannot understand
And I am helpless to those that I cannot control
So I run
I run for better days and brighter tomorrows
I run for strength and security
I run for sanity and possibilities
I run to remind myself I am better than my past and only a small portion of the greatness of my future
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