Run

This is my message to everyone.

The feeling of escape.
The freedom that makes it's way inside.
When you're looking back to see it all vanish from view.
The relief of knowing you got out.
The hope that you'll never have to go back.
It's a feeling that nothing beats.
When you're walking away from everything.
And toward the unknown, the danger.
It feels like flying.
It feels so easy.
But when it gets too late you have to turn around.
Walk back.
Allow your feelings to subside.
Because, as teenagers, people don't believe in our feelings.
They’re written off as hormones or pms.
So instead, we have to pretend we’re ok.
And walk home.
Like nothing is wrong.
Because no one will do anything.
No matter how hard we cry.
Just keep your head up.
Wait for a chance.
Then get up and run.
Let your tears fly as you run as far as you can.
Before it's time to go back.