I wish I could be
my younger self,
smiling and laughing,
content with everything-
never once thinking of
running away.
But I can't.
Only past memories and
old childish habits connect me with my
former, more content with life, self.
Sure,
I swim and I
go to school,
but that's it.
Just the thought of
going home makes my
chest heavy and my
lungs tremble with dread.
I've thought of running away before,
but realistically I couldn't.
Where would I go?
How would I continue my education?
How would I eat?
Sure,
I've got a little bit of money but
the way things are so expensive could
have my pockets dry in just a few weeks.
Plus,
everything is extremely unsafe these days.
2016 is not a good time to run away,
especially if you are underage.
If I got caught,
I'd just be returned
to an upset parent and an
irritating step.
Woo hoo for me.
If I were to run away at 17,
I more than likely would be able to
disappear and the police be like welp,
she's old enough-
she only has one more year until
she's deemed an adult.
Yet,
at 17 years old,
I'd graduate from high school and
that same year probably start college
in the fall.
Then,
at college,
I'd turn 18 about two
and a half months later.
Why throw my education and
college schooling away?
I've thought it over and I believe that
if I were to run away I would not be
able to realistically survive while
trying to stay hidden and safe on
the streets.
Sure,
I've thought of finding soup kitchens
for free food,
because they would accept me,
but I am not as unfortunate as those people
and to me eating their food is not something
I could bring myself to do.
Why am I bugging though?
There are many less fortunate than I,
less able to do the things that I, realistically,
can do.
Except...
the thought of staying is still overwhelming,
crashing into me like a giant wave,
threatening to pull me under.
A/N
Song: Maverick Sabre - I Need
October 8th, 2016: I just looked up songs about running away and this was the first to pop up on a site I went on. I hope you like it. If you don't like his voice, the beat is still chill and nice.
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