RunAway
This poem I wrote when I was facing hard times, some of you may relate. But just remember to keep your head up*
Feel like packing
And leave.
Never looking back
And regret.
This drama is making me wanna be gone.
Although I won't leave.
Thinking of it many times came close.
Tried taking pills/
Didn't like the way it feels/
Thought of suicide/
Then I cried/
Almost did cut, but it was pain/
It made me feel insane/
I broke a window, scream, and yell/
Felt like I was locked in a cell/
My mom doesn't seem to care, its like she's satan,
And I'm living in hell/
D-rama is what I eat/
Haven't seen my sister is weeks/
If you're wondering where's jazzie?
Here's the answer. Once a good girl gone bad, she's gone forever/
Happy never/
It looks like I have it all/
Or so-called/
When you look at me/ you see lies/
The truth..hides inside/
I'm just saying what's real/
So here's the deal/
I feel alone.. no one there for me/
Hating what happened
Regretting life ain't the way to be/
In this world you loose if you don't fight/
So it seems my mind is on track right?/
Just trying to fit in and not stand out/
Losing my family, no doubt./
Nothings clear./
So I fear.
I fear/
Imma runaway/
And not come back for days/
Need a new way to live/
This is bull_ bull-shit./
Faith?
Faith is what I have/
But not patience.
So if I were a patient in the waiting room and had to wait,
I'd be dead/
Tryna be ahead/
Ahead of these feelings but there's a mouthful./
That's why I try to understand why I gotta be doubtful?/
Guilt.pain.hate.rage.insecurity.unhonest.
Not trusting. lost. is what I felt.
Imma cry/if I runaway.
My mama will die/
Almost lost her"said the doctor/
Poped sleeping pills. went crazy. "said the therapist.
Bleeding in the inside, crying on the out/
There was 1' girl who truly knew what I was about/
Her name>?
Is unknown/why I lost her?
Cuz- she had to do things on her own/
Same with my sis/
Why is this?
Seems I'm the one to blame for the mistakes/
Forgiveness is what it takes/
Crying and sadness is what it creates/
Sorrow deep in my soul/
I don't shine like gold/ like I use to/
It's like caught the flu/ & shine the color blue./
What I gotta do?
To not, not runaway.
And leave.
Never looking back
And regret.
This drama is making me wanna be gone.
Although I won't leave.
Thinking of it many times came close.
Tried taking pills/
Didn't like the way it feels/
Thought of suicide/
Then I cried/
Almost did cut, but it was pain/
It made me feel insane/
I broke a window, scream, and yell/
Felt like I was locked in a cell/
My mom doesn't seem to care, its like she's satan,
And I'm living in hell/
D-rama is what I eat/
Haven't seen my sister is weeks/
If you're wondering where's jazzie?
Here's the answer. Once a good girl gone bad, she's gone forever/
Happy never/
It looks like I have it all/
Or so-called/
When you look at me/ you see lies/
The truth..hides inside/
I'm just saying what's real/
So here's the deal/
I feel alone.. no one there for me/
Hating what happened
Regretting life ain't the way to be/
In this world you loose if you don't fight/
So it seems my mind is on track right?/
Just trying to fit in and not stand out/
Losing my family, no doubt./
Nothings clear./
So I fear.
I fear/
Imma runaway/
And not come back for days/
Need a new way to live/
This is bull_ bull-shit./
Faith?
Faith is what I have/
But not patience.
So if I were a patient in the waiting room and had to wait,
I'd be dead/
Tryna be ahead/
Ahead of these feelings but there's a mouthful./
That's why I try to understand why I gotta be doubtful?/
Guilt.pain.hate.rage.insecurity.unhonest.
Not trusting. lost. is what I felt.
Imma cry/if I runaway.
My mama will die/
Almost lost her"said the doctor/
Poped sleeping pills. went crazy. "said the therapist.
Bleeding in the inside, crying on the out/
There was 1' girl who truly knew what I was about/
Her name>?
Is unknown/why I lost her?
Cuz- she had to do things on her own/
Same with my sis/
Why is this?
Seems I'm the one to blame for the mistakes/
Forgiveness is what it takes/
Crying and sadness is what it creates/
Sorrow deep in my soul/
I don't shine like gold/ like I use to/
It's like caught the flu/ & shine the color blue./
What I gotta do?
To not, not runaway.
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