Running

So, I guess I am just running. Running from things, I couldn't face. Things that are always there no matter what I do, things that makes me feel hopeless, breaks me and doesn't let me get up again. Maybe I have become too scared now to face it, even while doing nothing I can still escape from them. Maybe that is why I never feel completely present because my mind is always running from my thoughts. Thoughts that I have been trying to bury, but they don't die. They are there always, just waiting to strike me at my lowest. Sometimes, I wish I had someone to face them with me. Someone who was patient enough to let me trust, someone who stayed even after everything. So, now I just run and run. Till I can't find a way to face it, till it doesn't feel scarier anymore. Maybe on this path I have become someone who isn't me. Someone who is never happy, someone who can laugh over a silly thing but still feel the void inside him. I just want to say, sorry myself that I am not able to face it for so long and sorry that I don't know if I ever will be able to. I hope you forgives me for being weak.