The world surrounds you,
and you think of the one person to run to.
you run and search but no one is there.
they have all gone as if all on cue.
starting a new life is already hard,
all you want it for the past to stay away,
and never bother you again,
but all your agony refuses to stray.
it's like a small flame
that changes its size every time.
you can't see or touch it,
but you know when it's ready to choke you like a vine.
it wraps its arms around your throat
and forces you to answer your fears,
but you try to resist
but your life is standing on a wooden chair.
you pull the rope tight around your throat
and slightly balance on the chair beneath you
and push the chair away
and fall into the dark sight of you two...
