Sat at the airport
Back comes the thought
The strong belief
I’m running away from the grief
Preparing to fly
I hug family goodbye
Feeling their pain
I hold on to some blame
Although it’s well hidden
As for us it’s forbidden
I carry on and depart
Whilst they’re falling apart
They will mask all their troubles
By having some doubles
But their struggles are real
It’s all they can feel
I step off of the plane
To a life that’s more sane
Carry on in my bubble
Forgetting their trouble
Yet deep deep down
I continue to frown
Knowing they’re still in pain
Whilst I’ve left them again.