Anguish

Everyone has a day where they want to throw it all away, walk out, for a moment of rest. For me, that is everyday. I want to run from this place; this place from which I know I can't yet fly. You don't seem to understand what you've done, you don't see how much pain it causes. You make me want to run. You make me want to never return. I want release. I want relief. That can never happen. I will never be completely released from this pain. I yearn for the way things once were. I want to go back, but alas, I can't.

There are people here struggling beside me, and it would be a bigger crime to leave them be than to act as you have.