A Runaway's Regrets, 2005, by Anonymous

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Who: Anonymous Runaway
What: Runaway Regrets
When: 2005?
Where: Unknown

Escaping the Plastic Bubble

I thought running away wouldn't be so bad. I could learn the real life and not be in what I called a "plastic bubble" anymore. But it isn't that easy. When I thought life was hard, I would cut myself, or run away. Sometimes it was both. I did what you hear about: I ran away, had sex just so I felt love of a man, and starved. I used to write poems. But when I ran away, they stopped going on paper. I didn't know what to do so I would fight and hope I died. But I didn't. Instead, I went from house to house. I drank, I smoked, and I was more lonely than I ever was. Here is a poem I wrote to help me when there is no one to talk to. But for all who read this, know that even though we don't know each other, I will help if you ask.

I cry all night

Hoping someone will hear

I try to love

but all that came was fear.

You can't see me

But I can see you

All that I wanted

Was to have something true

So I sleep in a place

That is not my home

Waiting for a life

I can call my own.

I could cry again

But why do such a thing

So as I write this

I can hear him sing.

He is telling me that he will wait

That we will meet someday

He will love me and all of me

To me, he will find a way.

Until then he says

I should go home where I belong.

He will come when the time is ready

And he will sing to me his song.

Like I said, if you need someone to talk to, I am here for anyone. You can talk to me about ANYTHING. I promise you if I haven't been through it, My friends and family have. And they told me it all.

Republished with permission from Runaway Lives.