I run, sometimes for fun,
sometimes to escape life.
My legs hurt, and my lungs burn,
But the pain is nothing compared to what's inside.
Running is like a different world,
it makes everything easier to deal with,
there's sadness too though.
that when I stop,
reality will slap me in the face.
But when I run,
it's a different kind of pain,
that hides what I'm really feeling,
that buries my heart.
I feel myself slipping away,
it's impossible to think of happiness,
but if I keep running, maybe someday,
I'll heal enough to feel like living.