We often make mistakes, some may be great.
For all our sakes we should run from the hater.
The hater is me & I wish to be free.
The emotions burn, I am shattered & I have no idea what they will find.
Pieces of me are scattered, their words too kind.
My thoughts wander so far that I no longer know where they are.
They are in my head but I wonder whether or not I am dead.
But I know I am alive again when my fears start to spread.