Arms up ready to shout
Falling to the ground
A rush of pain
Slow and hot like a flame
Shirt torn, jeans stained
Am I the one to blame?
Pushing off the ground
Trying to reflect but nothing is found
Feeling remorseful and not so proud
What am I doing wrong?
Still the same old song
Why can’t I break free from the hurt?
I yell as my feet stomp the earth
Running and running away
It’s all I know; its even harder to stay