Lost Amongst Despair

I’ve been in this place many times, Where nothing interests me but sleep- It’s a place that I hate revisiting- It is where I run to when I am lost. The night is black, The pavement is wet. There is no one around, And I am left with myself. I am a tortured soul, My thoughts run like toxin; They seep throughout my fragile mind. I lapse further into despair. I am running. The trees beside me are a blur. With every stride more anger flows. All of my frustration is concentrated; propelling me forward. The sky holds all of the answers, And for just a moment, I feel like I can disappear; Into the blackness that surrounds me. Trapped is the girl that I once knew, She is alone and encaged by my ribs. For there is a difference between; Who I am and who I’ve been.