I’d never noticed I was alone, well not until I heard the words. I’d never noticed how everything was empty until I couldn’t sleep. I had never noticed I was hurt, until I felt the first hit. I had never heard the words to keep going, only things to keep me up at night. I didn’t notice how I was the odd one out, not until it was mentioned. But now as I stand here, all I hear is the same words… “your time is up. Better run!” Playing like an song on repeat, I can’t help but want to. I had never noticed how much was wrong, atleast not until they’d seen my tears, every drop falling hard, everything is silent except those ringing words, “your time is up,” or that I should run. I think I’m just lost, needing to run somewhere, or maybe my time really is up, or maybe I’m just loosing myself and that’s why I hear those words. I want to run, I want to hide, but every time I do, it’s like I’m not there with my body.