Random Poetry Collection

Run

I want to run
Run as fast as I can
Outrun Usain Bolt
Outrun the Gingerbread Man
Never looking back
Won't let myself have that kind of panic attack
Stress everyone out
Make grey all the hairs
But I hate it here
Life just isn't any fair
Ik, who said life ever would be
I just don't want to be here
I no longer want to inhabit the earth
But already tried that a few times-it won't work
I won't survive on my own
I need to have grown more
But like the waves on the seashore
I get pulled back and pushed s'more
I'm tired to this cycle
Can't my life I just recycle
Make into something useful, something good
I'm sorry God, but it is something I would do
Maybe I'm just in a funk
But right now I feel like useless junk
Constantly hurting myself
Need some kind of release
Get me out of here, please
Not another "grippy sock vacation"
I just need somewhere I can breathe for a while
Not hold in my stress and whenever I am feeling depressed
That I break down but no
Can't afford to let them see
How broken I can truly be
Idc if cracks are how the light gets in
I want to ship myself to an island no one's ever been
No one would find me, I could bring some books and a manual on how to build a raft
I'd need one because I am rather daft
I could hire someone to mail me food and I could boil the water
Except I'd run out of money, and without a job
I'd be one crazy homeless slob
But imagine the possibilities
If reality didn't get in the way
Man that'd be exciting
I'd give myself so much anxiety it's not even funny
People think I'm so innocent, like a bunny
But inside, nothing is all warm and fuzzy
Plus what about appointments like dental or therapy?
Well I don't floss and clearly therapy isn't working, as I still want to cancel my life subscription
Toss it all away like dirt from a field of construction
Sorry God, Ik this isn't what you want to hear
And I don't mean to get cross with you, and I do feel bad for saying
You made me this way, I fear
Idk what your plan is for me, but I don't like it thus far
Haven't I suffered enough?
I (sometimes) look to you when times get rough
I know I should more often
But it's hard when everything gets too loud
I'm lost in the crowd's screams drowning me out
I don't know how to figure this out.
Help me, man.
I don't know what to do anymore
Help me, before I go too far...