Would it be so wrong? If I ran. If I ran and never looked back. Would it be so wrong if I just disappeared? Would it? Would any one even care. Can I just start running. There is no place like home for me any more. Everything is just a painful reminder. I’m running. I’m running as fast as I can. This rode has never looked so lonely. I am barely getting to my house. I stayed there for hours hopping you’d come back for me. Silly me. I should’ve know you wouldn’t be back.