I wish I could run too.

You uttered the words, I knew were gonna kill me.
You sat down stairs, while she screamed from the bedroom.
A fight like all the rest, only this time it lead to something different, because now our situation is different. Now you have something to say that will surely kill us all. As she screamed at you, like she usually does, this time you screamed back louder then usual. This time you had a new found courage, that was strong enough to rip my heart out. Of course, the fight was about how petty she is, and how you dont care one way or the other. You swore, she swore, then it was silent. She slammed the door thinking it was over, but i guess you didnt think so. Right when i was trying to hold my tears back, you used the dreaded excuse you now hold in your posestion. You screamed loud enough for her to hear you, " Maybe I'll just stay in afghanistan".

What were you thinking, how could you use that. You know how its killing her to be away from you, and instead of caring, you stab us where it hurts. Oh, i thought you were better then that, how cruel you chose to be. Never before did I ever hear such a horible statement.

I hate the fact that you now have something, that can burn, like nothing has ever before. I hate this, I hate whats happening, I hate what your doing, and most of all i hate that your leaving. I want to tell you how its killing me, i want to let you know that it'll never be the same. Some how i think you know it's not going to be the same when you get back, but a huge part of you doesnt care. You just want to get away from here, from us, from this terrible life we live.

I want to get away to, but you dont see me running.