Jada Bonner

Runaway

You ever want to runaway?


Well maybe not runaway,

but disappear

life is too much of a responsibility

and being non-existent is ideal,

and you're unconsciously persistent

in the exodus of your existence,

because it feels like no one listens

they say they get you, but they don't get it.

it's taking over my thoughts

and my thoughts become words,

and my words will soon become actions

i've come a long way, when did the darkness happen.

I yell at it,

i yell to the sky to shine light on it,


but even then it will become a shadow waiting in the shadows,


its gonna jump me in a dark alley where the buildings and the sky close

me in,


There's no sunshine no matter how hard i try to laugh the pain away,

i could cry but tears are not gonna save the day,

they say depression is natural but this is not what i was expecting,

this isn't depression anymore,

this is second guessing

this is excruciating

this is demeaning

this isn't motivating

this is past the blues

this is not what i signed up for,

and i don't want to be here anymore,


Dark shit right?

well think about it on the flip side

this is for the people who thought sunshine wasn't on their side,

i know from experience, you've tried to silence it

that voice in your head keeps talking and telling you to do things,


Saying you're not important,

as irrelevant as loose change

Saying no one loves you,

because you're quick to have a mood change

Saying there's no hope,

and you should quit trying to prove things

Saying there's no purpose,

fate will find a way to move things

Saying you'll die anyway,

and nothing is worth this pain that it puts you through,

i know sometimes there's two of you,

one is running from the other

And it feels like you're being dragged down by the devil,

Fuck him.

And fuck the voice in your head that makes you wish you were dead,

Wake up tomorrow and tell yourself your life is beautiful,

You can cry tonight but know that this pain is temporary,

And when it comes back I hand you this shovel to bury it.

It's called love.