I'm driving and I feel like I could drive all day
Without a destination.
As far as I can go and
It will never be far enough.
I want to start again.
I want to feel alive again and
Put this hurt behind me.
I wonder if I truly run,
Where could I go that these ghosts
Would never find me?
They are in my mind,
These haunting images of pain and desperation.
The long hours spent awake at
Someone else's bedside.
Knowing you can't help,
Witnessing every slow decline.
Old before my time and not sure how to heal.
The only thing that keeps me here is doubt.
Doubt that any place I go will erase the
Lonliness and hurt:
I could travel the world but never get away ...
From myself.
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