Runaway

Flee from my problems

Stay on the run

The bullet will find me

But I have the gun

Run from my troubles

Stay away from the knife

Blood, pain, and tears

As I take my own life

Never stopping

Never slow down

In puddles of saddness

I will always drown

If I'm not moving

It means that I'm dead

A blade to my wrist 

Or a gun to my head

My legs are hurting

But I can't stop now

If I did

My parents would frown

Maybe turn left 

Or maybe turn right

Either way

Its always a fight

Hang from a tree

Or die from a shot

If I slit my wrist 

I'd bleed alot

Runaway from everything

Friends, school, and my home life

I'll never amount to anything

Maybe in the afterlife

I'm f*****g exhausted

and I'm to afraid to say

That i really need help

instead ill just stay away

Always running

In one place I'll never stay

No one can help 

A little runaway