Final Decision

Should I stay or should I leave? I'm tired of being treated like a disease. No one will ever know what I go through. The one I want has no clue. I'm sorry, okay? I thought you'd at least try to make me stay. Nothing's left for me here. My only option left is to disappear. Frozen in the freshly cut window pane. If quiet, I can hear the moving train. My dreams, once as bright as the sun shining on my skin, Have been knocked down repeatedly like a bowling pin. Taking one last look at this dreadful place, I turn and leave without a trace.