Running

Eye lids heavy
Equivalent to cement
Arms hurt to move
Legs paralyzed yet in pain
My head practically numb

Besides pain I can only feel the cold
The ice that seem to cling to me
I couldn't run from it
Not at my fastest speeds

The frost outside was a constant reminder
The moon and stars shone bright
As I sprinted for 10 miles

My lungs felt defected
Not taking in the amount of air 
That I desired
Small sips of cool crisp oxygen

I ran so far away from home
That wasn't my home 
I would never have a home
Not without my Mom there

The grass oddly comfortable
Not like a bed would be
But a thin foam bedding 
Am I far enough?

That no one will recognize me
That I can start over
Does it matter? 
I can't run anymore

I mine as well die here
Under the stars
In the shimmer of the moon
I want to die here

I want my home back
I want to go home
With my mom
I want to die