Run 「走る」

I come home,
with bruises
and scars,
hoping,
hoping,
just hoping
someone would
care.

While walking home,
I couldn't tear my gaze away from
The Runner Boy.

I kept
hoping
that he would
turn around.

I kept
hoping
that somehow
we could be
friends.

I open the door to my house,
and silent greets me,
cold and still.

Everything in this house
is so
cold.

Even my guardian,
who ignores me,
tapping away at her
laptop.

I hope she decides
to care about me
today.