Running

Running, running far away from my so called home. Perfect beads of sweat forming on my face as my asthma starts to come into action. I feel like my legs will collapse at and moment leaving me stranded on the pavement. I push myself harder and harder, go faster, RUN! The only thoughts besides those are hoping for death. That my lungs will collapse and I'll die for lack of oxygen. Would anyone know i was gone? do they care? This is why asthmatic people run, because this is as close as suicide as i can get to. I needed to fee all the mental anguish I've grown numb too, I'm numb to cutting, no pain. Just a ball in my chest that weighs me down, hoping to run it away. To outrun my skin and be a free pure soul. I've lost everything, the only thing i have is constant depression that warps my brain.I suffer alone in silence hearing the screams echo through my brain. I'm trying to escape everything, every heartache, every tear, ever scar, every fight, but i have no where to go. I collapse in a lawn and try to catch my breath and absorb the excruciating pain in my upper body. I wanna cry but no tears will escape my eyes. I try to get up but my legs can't move, they have no strength, i sit there alone knowing i will live but still hoping for death. Disappointed I walk home, through the front door and straight to my room, for i will face another day tomorrow.