Heather Hill

Rookie (July 18,1989 / Arkadelphia)

Runaway - Poem by Heather Hill

I wish that I could escape this and runaway from it all
Recreate a place, a world to call my own
Where I could live alone and be who I want to be
I look at these scars to see this life is actually real
All the pain the blooded tears are starting to come back into my life
Just walking down this road wanting to die
Wishing that I could runaway to another day twenty years from now
All this anger balled up inside wishing this pain
Would just turn into gold
Taking this day and shoving in down the drain
Its just a waste of time I wanna crawl somewhere and rot away
Taking my fears watching them fade away and
Crying all this pain away

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 11, 2011


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