The Things I Leave Unsaid

72. Time Bomb

Tick, tick,
The time bomb goes.
Run away fast girl,
Before they all know.

My thoughts for years soaring far from here,
But I never knew escape was an option.
I dreamed of sprouting wings and of kidnapped damnation,
Of running, then dying, and even adoption.

But nothing ever seemed to work
and no really cared.
They told me I was being stupid,
seeing things which were not there.
'Come back! Come back to reality!'
they taunted and they teased.
A pretty picture in a broken frame
And a girl only aiming to please.

24 hours to go, I count.
Nausea fills my throat with bile.
Time flies by and I don't know why.
Wish it'd just stay still for a while.

Pray for the future fast until
A block away, its flying.
Then only wish it'd please slow down, so afraid of the effects of trying.

Don't know what I want
anymore, anywhen,
anywhere, anyhow;
and it starts over again.

24 more hours till the bottom falls on out,

And I'm not so great at running and the tune and time's in doubt.

And my voice is low and silent so
they may never hear me shout.

Will I be saved? In only 24 hours,
I suppose I'll be finding out.

24 to go. Wish me luck.
~Dustin