Running

I find myself running from my thoughts. My Mind Likes to think about how Me running From Me thinking Is Impossible Completely Impossible Me Thinking Thoughts brings thoughts from my past My past only reminds me of pain and sadness So I Run I Run far away From Myself, From Help, from heaven and from hell Im just running, with no destination Good times have been forgotten Pain and Sadness drown it out of my mind When I try to remember good times- I catch Myself Running into some form of a false sense of what happiness looks like Because honestly, I have no idea how it looks, or feels I wish I knew But be Careful What you Wish for Good Times get replaced with Sorrow, Vice versa, yesterday, today and tomorrow I only want to perservere, Cloudy days turn clear Right? Ive taught myself to smile while dispersing tears REAL LIFE Drugs won't even make me feel nice I hate experiencing seperation Just sayin But, Im trying to understand the difference between pain and joy To me, lifes a game, a toy, That people play with Satans trying to fill my voids Forreal So I Run. That's what i've taught myself to do Life is a puzzle, you have to find a couple clues Music is A Drug Thoughts Are Drugs People are Drugs I've never used a drug just to reach a new high, I've only used drugs to watch the pain pass by Feelings put to the side, Inside Trying to fall down, Because Running makes me Cry.