I feel like a fugitive
I'm ready to run
Just give up
Give in
Never look back
Maybe they will feel bad
& remorse the loss of my soul
Maybe they will erase my image
& forget that I ever existed.
I gave myself up too easily
Too freely, to those I never loved.
I wear a blanket of bloody scars,
My protection from anyone else's harm.
No one can touch me now
No more bruises or abuse
All I have now are horrific memories.
The ones that haunt me in my dreams
& still scare me when I'm awake.
I feel like a fugitive..
I'm ready to run
