It hurts to know that its hurting you and you love it and you must just run and run trying to escape from something you created, in your mind you kill him , but in your heart it borns again , till you commit suicide ,then you die alone in the moment when the blood flow out to death you look behind to realize that your fears were not really exist but somehow you was forced to jump out of the stage

Beautiful. Theres a lot of feeling in this poem thats easily visible. Thanks for the comment!!

So much emotion, well done. 5/5, Em