Running away from home,
To start a new life
Where I can be free.
Don’t contact me, dad,
I’m sick of it all
And for the ninety ninth time,
I’m not suicidal!
Running away form home,
I know it’s a risk.
I’ve no money,
No job,
Nothing.
In search of better prospects,
A new beginning.
Running away from home,
Escaping my parents,
Escaping my past –
The skeletons in my closet
I’d rather not discuss.
It’s only a dream,
But one I so wish could happen.
Running away form home,
So much hope
As freedom beckons.
Don’t follow me, dad,
I need a bit of space
And I appreciate your concern,
But I’m really not suicidal!
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3 comments:
so True...
Me and My Best Friend just ran away....For real this is a pretty Great poem!
this is so true i agree with what this poem says!! not all the time u run away ur suicidal
Dude so true im taking off and im not suicidal but sometimes you just need a break to be left alone
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