Go, fade away, standing in the light of the living clutch the pencil and trace it over the lines on the paper, while others scribble real words feel the numb, tingling sensation when father talks loudly of his dreams, mistaking them for yours feel broken and amused as mother rants about your flaws and non-existent insecurities sit calmly and silent as the small town's bearings fly past the window in a blur, tuck your earbuds in and watch the trees run from the weary sun rising in the sky, feel the familiar impatient, lost, lonely sense of despair trudging behind motionless figures stalking in the hallways, open the textbook and watch the imposing words writhe in the light of your brain's uselessness part your mouth to speak, only to discover there are no words to make reality a dream.
11/12/17 I wanted to apologize for losing myself because I wasn't strong enough, and even now I continue to fade away.