Nobody thinks I'm listening.
As if I could even help it!
I hear, "She's out," but I'm not out,
My mind is just a-wander,
Searching for something.
Digging, I have dirty hands.
Burned hands - blistered and red.
Lightly, faintly, you can see signs on the skin.
This has happened before, and now it's happening again.
A ghost, a phantom;
Telling me to stop. Put my shovel down,
I cannot win, not this way, not today.
I will never win.
This memory --
It restrained me before,
It now encourages me to run,
I feel the need to run.
No more... crying, no more tears, no more lying, not for years.
I wont run, not that it would matter,
if I ran, you wouldn't try to catch me.
So I will stay here, instead of running.