Turn away from me. Abandon everything you think you know.  I will never, and have never, and can never, offer you anything of any value or importance. I am lost, to myself and to you.

Turn away and leave me here, festering in a wilderness that I conceived and believed and embraced, willingly. Turn away and find a muse, someone who glows, and knows, and doesn't need.

Turn away. Leave. Don't grieve.
Don't try to find me. I am never coming back.