My story

The tears are dry.
The blood is cold.
I'm laying on this bed.
As my story unfolds.
I ran away.
From the troubles at home.
I thought I was free.
And decided to roam.
I ran then walked.
I never did talk.
It started to rain.
But I kept going.
For once I wish,
That is was snowing.
The wind picked up.
And the weather got worse.
I couldn't find shelter.
So I began to curse.
I walked onto the road.
And continued through the night.
Until I was stopped by a,
Blinding bright light.
I woke up.
And saw I wasn't home.
I was at a hospital.
And some nurse was on the phone.
The nurse came over and said I wouldn't live.
So I began to cry,
And told her to tell my family to please forgive.
Breathing got harder.
I tried to stay awake.
My family held my hand.
As I took the last breath I would ever take.