I guess I could call. But I wouldn’t know what to say.
I guess I could run. But the pain wouldn’t go away.
I guess I could swim. But it’s too cold now. And I’m already wet because the tears are flowing.
Sometimes life throws a curve ball, and I don’t even know if I want to catch it. If I do, would it make me a better person? And if I was a better person, would it matter in my own dead eyes?
There would have been better things that people could have done if they had walked on by and left me to die. Instead they stuck a tube down my throat and forced me to breathe. They called me a coward and made me stay. Then they walked away and stripped me of my clothes so that I was naked, deeply ashamed.
Here I am, I say. Do what you want to me. And they didn’t give me so much as a glance. They paid me no heed.
Here I am, what do you want me to do? They spit at me and laughed so hard.
Sometimes the world seems all wrong. It’s such a lonely place to be when you belong nowhere and you only do what you can. It’s such a lonely place, it’s easier to pretend….
I wasn’t here at all.