born to run

she has never broken a bone

but sometimes she wonders

if that's less painful

when it comes to this

(whatever this is)

this slight needle digging between

her ribs

she thought this would be

different

all her dreams were 

possible

she could do 

anything

but it wasn't true

someone lied to her

everyone lied to her

she lied to 

herself

she knew she would pretend

as if she had changed

or the world had

changed 

how could she let this happen

again 

how could she 

(how dare she)

dream

and hope

when she was already drowning

already burning

disintegrating

breaking

what is she even doing

here

does she belong 

here

she doesn't belong

here 

she doesn't belong 

anywhere

she doesn't know where to run

and she's run for hours and 

hours and 

centuries 

but everything looks the same

in the dark