Tears kept inside.

Again...I was running.
Running away from something
or running towards something
I am not sure...but i am certain that i was running.
My lungs felt as if they were going to explode.
My legs felt weak as i fell on the hard ground.
Why are we scared of living?
Why are we scared of dying?
Why...are we scared of loving?
and the long list of "whys" continues.
It hurts when you find out the truth
but you hate it when you find out you were lied at.
You don't know what you want...nither of us do.
Why can't I just stop running?
Why must I continue like this?
What am i afraid of...at this moment?

  - If only the moon allows it -