the days i ran away

i ran. as far as i could allow myself to, as quickly as i could without making it obvious.

i did it to escape. funny, i'm doing the same thing to you that you tried (successfully) to save me the indignity of.

i lacked your courage, i been through so much that i just want to save myself as much as possible

so i ran and hid myself, exposing as little as possible, so that there would be less of myself to get hurt from.

and it seems that i've succeeded. or have i really?

and where have i ran to?