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?