Runnaway

I want to runnaway,
I want to scream,
I want to hit someone, and hit hard.
I want to see the bottom of a bottle.
I want to die,
I want to kill,
I want to get my bike and ride, ride, ride...
Ride aimlessly, meaninglessly and free.
I want to release myself from my own dangerous thoughts
I want to write,
I want to read,
I want to play,
I want to sleep.
But all is useless...
After all, I can't run away from my worst nightmare: Myself.