It's hard to breathe.
My chest aches.
I feel like I could die.
I can't breathe without it hurting.
How long is it going to last?
I ran away... ran so fast.
I feel like I just ran the quarter mile.
I can't outrun the pain.
It's still there.
No matter how fast or how far I run.
I thought running away would make it stop.
The aching in my chest.
I can't turn around.
I can't run back.
I want to.
I don't know where to go.
I'm standing here in the darkness.
Alone.
Exhausted.
Heartbroken.
Trying to breathe.
Hurting.
I didn't abandon you.
I ran because I was scared.
That's what people do when they are afraid.
They run.
It's fight or flight, law of self preservation.
I didn't have any defenses, I had let them all down.
I was fully vulnerable, exposed.
One hit would have obliterated me.
I didn't know what else to do.
So I ran away.