I am a run-on sentence said by too many people in too loud of voices that leave you bleeding and breathless without a purpose without a hope without anything because they left and walked away abandoned you just like the nothing they thought of you as because that's what you are, right? And I always talk about myself in the second person using the general "you" so I don't feel so alone, like it's only me and no one else. And I organize my words and my stanzas with spaces to make them seem more thought out, more spaced out, but in reality my brain and thoughts sort of work like a spider web, with bursts and explosions like galaxies forming everywhere, like stars and suns going supernova. And I'm going to rethink and think and think over that last line because a sun is a star, so of course it can go supernova, that was horribly redundant. But I'm trying to just write out my thoughts and I can't help but want to scream and cry and I want to rip my hair out I want to run away I want to feel my bare feet on the pavement or feel the grass beneath my feet as I sprint away from here, I want to disappear. But I can't so I won't and dear god, stop it. Stop taking your frustration out on everyone else, especially each other. How old are you again? And I wish I had a car so I could drive away, drive to you and so this all could just disappear. I don't want to be here, I want to be far far away. I've been doing so well, but now I'm falling apart.