Sometimes I want to run
Just simply disappear.
I don’t know where I’d go
Just anywhere but here.
My house, it is not empty
Yet it feels, that it is so.
At times I question, why
I stay.
Would it matter, if I just let go?
In my loneliness I’m drowning,
No one seems to hear or see
Dwelling on my darkest thoughts
Wishing I, would no longer be.
Still, here I am.
And will remain.
Seeking out deaths remedies
To finally cease this pain.