I ran and ran.
From the person I loved.
I couldn't get the view out of my head.
I felt dead.
Words killed.
I saw a version of someone
I've never met.
People told the truth.
I ran.
I ran faster wondering who I am.
What I did.
I ran looking at all the people
that killed me.
I ran faster.
This dream was so real.
The pain in my legs.
The hate the spread.
The words they said.
The...