The cold breeze of the night,
didn't hit me quite yet.
My own thoughts every where,
rapidly swarming through.
This suicide wish is...
way too much for me now.
I had to runaway,
it seemed like the only way out.
I couldn't take it any longer.
So off I went,
leaving a note
& everything I owned behind.
And a few lies,
and not a worried face.
I walked slowly,
my heart beating at a mile a minute.
The cold just didn't seem to hit me.
Stolen money in my bag.
And a stolen phone in my hand.
I felt prepared enough, for now.
But lost of where I would to go.
So at least I had a few plans,
it could of worked if only they had vacancy.
Or maybe I should of ran longer,
further....
Until I found a place to go...
But the people on the other end of phone,
they told me they cared,
they knew how much I was scared.
so the ambulance came,
They looked me up and down.
"Whats your problem?"
and all I could do was stand there with tears..
running down my cheeks.
The lady got out of the car,
she seemed scary at first...
but she was nice enough to listen.
"Watch your step & get into the ambulance"
she had said.
The white walls of the van weren't nice.
So many tears...so much pain.
She asked to see my arm,
so I showed her my scars.
I broke down when they were revealed.
"Its OK, I'm sorry darling "
At least she cared.
The nurses told me not to be afraid.
I tried not to be.
But my stomach was aching,
and these tears wouldn't stop.
So many times my phone rang...
I hung up twice...
but I knew they would inform my parents anyway.
So I called,
and found out no one even knew I was gone.
I wish I could of runaway somewhere else.
maybe they would of cared that way.
Right now...
My tears mean nothing to them.
