take me far from this world that pulls me far from the truth

leave my spirit contained within the memories of our love

these aren't my final words, your last tears, the end, the beginning or anywhere in between.

this just is.

A rural nowhere (from which I want to go home)

I was taken here, I don't know why. I think everyone was of the mind I needed some drastic change. This isn't what I asked for. It's sure, I was becoming something bad: eating compulsively, loving for a distraction, my sleep was all fucked up, I was saying things that would confuse me as I was saying them, a look in the mirror felt tragic, days would pass all bunched together and feel like a pill stuck on the way down, and now I'm here. With no one. Who honestly thought this would be the proper repair for my life? I've been handed off into a place where there's no room for who I was. Corruption works harder to exist in these rural settings, but it's still here, and it's driving me more insane.