here is nothing.
It’s the end of the line.
Get off the fucking train.
Laughter when I tell them I have nowhere to go.
Silence when I tell him I have nowhere to go.
Be controlled.
Be yelled at.
Be made to feel less worthy every day.
Here we go.
Here we go off on the train.
I get off.
The train leaves the station.
Why couldn’t I have stayed?