slingshot

my life is like an elastic
I keep running away,
but the farther I run,
the more violently

it slingshots me
back to reality
cause every time I
take a step forward,

it's two steps back and
I can't move on with
time cause time haunts
me, tells me that the

more you pull away,
the harder it is to run;
leaves me stunned as it
lies: it can't heal me