If you can't run, drive.

Like I always say, I'm not a writer. These are things pulled from the muddled lines of a notebook I carried when I ran away from home. Everything is un-edited and found "as is".

"Coping mechanisms are for the weak" I scream as running away from home.

My station wagon's packed for the next place I'll roam,

Staying on the road until the sun leaves the sky.

But with no reason why. 

So lets jump from state park to state park, until I'm kicked out at dark.

Drive the 240 until the gas gage hits the red line, it's only a matter of time.

Once your wallet is empty, and your meds are all gone, 

realize there was no way you could have ever won.

Retreat back home with death on your mind.

It'll be here in time. 

I'm not even twenty yet, but I feel so old.

This isn't life. There is no hope.

So settle in some local woods with nothing but an axe, 

chopping trees to make the time pass.

Every tree you cut you see as yourself. 

Taking blow after blow until it finally fell.

The trees can't rise again, but maybe you can. 

Author's Note

Like I always say, I'm not a writer. This is just a coping mechanism that was suggested to me a very long time ago.

Reviews

[MadisonJR]

Wow, I am blown away. I love how at the end it showed hope in a way. You are such a great writer. Please keep up the amazing work!