Run away

A way far from home The pain in my bones, the cold burns so much. Miself's on fire. My blood on my sleeves from the cuts that I made at once on my arms, the next on my face. I won't come back to my old self, I won't return home I won't see my friend, my family my life. I'll be dead or maybe just inside four white walls. The silence filled from the voices so waited.