There's nothing here, but what's here is mine

I run. I run from the light. I wanna hide into a corner. My feet are wet and heavy. Tears run from my eyes as I had wept the whole way. Every step becomes more hard to take. I just can't make myself feel good. The woods are my hiding place, but they just expose my wounds. I bleed to death until I see the light. The light makes my heart explode. I bleed to death. A little stream of red liquid oozes out of my wet mouth.