Running

Running,

but not knowing what from.

Screaming,

but not knowing why

Bleeding,

but trying to forget the pain i feel inside.

i am irrepearable and unbearable my act is tearable but aparently im sharable.

i am pursuing a discovery that i myself have not yet determined i am

working hard for what i am blind.

I cant produce a worthy explanation of my histerical gaining yet im cliching so strongly

to the ladder leading to my destiny awaiting.