Runaway Child, don’t have to take it anymore
just walk out of that door
no more chances to take
it’s your choice to make
aren’t you sick and tired of the pain
here there’s nothing to gain
you get treated like dirt
get away from the hurt
here it’s no use
get away from the abuse
you don’t have 9 lives
take that step or dive
why are you still there
how much pain can you bear
you don’t have to say goodbye
say goodbye, when they DIE!
Jessica Lee Workman
Hmm. I like that. That is exactly how I used to feel, and still feel at times! Bravo!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is normal but more importantly you express it well. Good writing