One Flight Down

Come summer,

I want out.

I want away,
From everything.

I wish I could be there now;
But the world is not working as fast as my heart.

I want to run from everything.

I don't want to feel them anymore-

All the broken pieces of me,
Like beads upon the floor-

That scatter into millions;
I want them to be someone else's life

And be able to live something else;
Other than the one I've been given.