Cycle

i urge to speed, to run, to leave. to just run away from all my problems knowing very well that they'll just come back and bite me in the ass, till i run away again to renew the cycle. i cant bring myself to ending this cycle this agony this depression, i feed off of it i live off of it, i dont think i can live without it. its an addiction a disease, its very sick and twisted. i cant bring myself to letting go to changing, and to really being happy. ive never accepted her death, and i think thats the problem. . .