Oversharing,

Telling story after story,

Twisting words into paintings,

Runaway.

Suicide,

Is surrounding me,

Taking the people I love,

Runaway.

Drugs,

Corrupting my home,

Breaking my brain,

Runaway.

Repeating,

And endless cycle,

No end in sight,

Runaway.

Writing,

Has become my lifeline,

Keeping my heart beating,

Runaway.

Poison,

Overwhelming my thoughts,

Always wanting to be in an imaginary land,

Runaway.

Medicine,

It’s supposed to be good for you,

But it’s taking away my ability to function,

Runaway.

Thoughts,

Drawn to a pen,

My keyboard tucked away,

Runaway.

Lost,

I don’t know where to go,

And my stories wait with open arms,

Runaway.

Family,

Mine is broken,

So I made my own.

Runaway,

Runaway,

No physical location,

Just a paradise in my mind.

I have lost patience,

For anything but my home,

The one I built myself.

I can’t focus,

I don’t want to.

Oversharing,

You can’t overshare in a book.

Suicide,

Has filled my writing

Drugs,

Don’t exist in my imagination, only potions and magic

Repeating,

Only what I want to experience again,

Writing,

Is all I have, 360 pages in my mind,

Poison,

Taking over my life,

Medicine,

Had become an addiction,

Thoughts,

Only of what I made, not what I’m being forced to live,

Lost,

unsure of where to go, every safe haven ripped from me,

Family,

The one I built myself, ink and paper,

Runaway,

To the edges of the earth to a world that only I have the key too.