Running

Her feet pounding on the pavement below.
Rain pouring down from above.
Her face covered in black mascara tears.
So many thoughts racing through her mind.
She doesn't know where she is going,
But she does know one thing,
She cannot go back.
Not now, maybe never.
She's running from something.
A pain she's long too used to.
With those black mascara tears still pouring down her face,
The faster she runs, the further she goes,
Never looking back.