Running after love is pointless if it's supposed to find you.
Running after people is pointless if they don't want you.
Running away from problems never works out in the end.
Sleeping on things just prolongs them.
There's some things we just can't pretend.
The truth hurts no matter the reason.
So I watch it all blow up in my face.
Running out options as I bury myself further in my grave.
Still believing I can dig myself out of this hole.
This hole I call life.
Maybe if I run fast enough I'll fly.
Escape is something we all want.
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PoetryI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
