Take Me Away to Some Place Brighter Than Here

Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.

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It’s another night where I stare up at a ceiling and wish the night sky were reflecting down at me with the soothing embrace of its ink-like texture. Maybe then I could imagine a life written in the stars, far from this existence where I walk in and out of people’s lives daily with no glimpse in my direction.

I left your life too, yet it’s as if I was never there in the first place. The hole healed over, grazed flesh instead of a punctured wound, and you don’t even have a scar to remember me by.

I could tell you all the things I could have been — but I’d be wasting my time. Those lives were never meant for me at all. Instead, I watched as other people passed me by and left me in the dust. It’s always been like that. Everyone always left. I stayed the same. The cycle repeated, again and again.

I’m the issue, the one common denominator, the flaw in the system.

You told me I could do better, be better, but I never believed you. You never saw me. You just saw the shape of a person riddled with words that didn’t make sense to you. You nodded and played along like I was just a child.

I could have tried to give you a hundred reasons to stay, but you wouldn’t have heard me out…