Free

I want to run until I feel the chains sliding off me, till the wind is all I hear. I need to escape from my thoughts, forget everything that causes my pain. I need to be sure of something again. I want to pretend that I can handle life by doing something radical. I need to stop being reckless, with my thoughts as well as my actions. I need to feel success infecting every inch of my scarred body, pouring out of every wrinkle and pore. I want a life free of self-hate and self-mutilation and self-destruction and self-medication.