Runaway

When I met up a friend a few weeks ago, I was informed that she had run away and was now living in Barrie. I did not know how to respond.

The first thing that hit me was that I am such a bad friend. I've always known that she was having trouble at home, but I have never taken the time to show that I care. So much has happened to her, but I was never there to help her out. Yet, she has taken the time to come and see me.

Another part of me felt sorry for her, that it had to come to this. I always hate to see families fall apart. Although that was not her real family, I know there are lots of people there that she doesn't want to leave behind.

Somewhere deep down was another thought, perhaps one that I should not have thought. I wondered why I did not have the courage to do the same.

Ironically, today is Mother's Day, and I am wondering why I never ran away this time last year, and why I have not decided to do it now. Last year, I sent no gifts and no cards, so that I could spare myself the pain of having it all destroyed in front of me. Perhaps I should have done the same thing today, because my attempts to do otherwise has just caused me more pain.

I don't want to be here......but where could I possibly go?