I'm in a car, driving at full speed, not knowing where to go, but I'm going away.
That's good enough for me now.
You can call me a coward if you want, I'll simply not care.
Your giggles filled the room.
I wished I could be happy too.
But I couldn't.
Not when I looked through your pretenses.
Not when I heard the moan disguised in your laughter.
To see you I used my heart, not my eyes.
And I saw that you'd been in pain.
Some wounds just cut you so deep, that when the scar is no longer there, you are still internally bleeding.
Our hearts are connected with strings that no matter the distance will never be weakened.
So stop bleeding.
I am bleeding too.
And I can't run away.