Running Poem by Desiree Whitamore

i'm running, trying to run fast. my hope is fading. my mind is becoming numb. i think i just tripped but i can't tell. my heart is swelled in my chest. THAT i can feel. the tears are racing down my face. i'm telling myself to breathe now: in and out, and in and out. my pain is too hard to handle, i see someone ahead. but they're not looking at me. they shout something. they say the really care. thats it. then they start running away. i motivate myself to run faster. hoping maybe, just maybe i will keep up. looking back, i can visibly see why i'm running. why i'm so set on leaving. i can hear the words spoken throughout my life. i look forward and see the person start to slow down. i smile to myself. but then i fall, and they vanish.