I can’t wait to go.
I can’t wait to know I don’t have to wake up the next day with the uncertainty of tomorrow.
I can’t wait to leave, and to feel that relief I’ve so heavily sought after.
Maybe the pain wouldn’t even feel dreadful, or unwelcome.
I’d revel in it, and feel so free.
So free, and happy— knowing that everything is leaving me.
Not that I even had anything in the first place.
Don’t be scared if I’m not there tomorrow.
Or the next week, or month, or year.
That I’m just gone.
I’ll be gone without any trace of me ever having existed in the first place.
At least that’s how I’d like it to be.
I hope you’d at least think of me every once in a while.