At the Station

the train cuts through the howling wind as it comes to its stop

every person scrambles to get on 

but I stay seated at the station

I'm cold here but my soul is heavy and tired

I can't move 

I don't want to

there's finally silence 

giving my mind a chance to gather the many thoughts

but I'm not alone for long

slowly people gather around the station once again

waiting for the next train to arrive

the conversations are meaningless yet full of laughter

the many smiling faces seem to mock me with their happiness

I can't imagine I'll ever feel that way again

there's screaming going on in my head now

and I wonder if other's hear it too

do they have a remedy to make it stop?

anyone?

no one

I feel the hollowness inside me more than usual

it's a darkness I live with that you hate so much

can others see it?

do they pity me

or are they just as confused as I am?

another train arrives

it sounds its horn as it approaches

it's asking if I'm staying or going

if I don't go back will you wonder where I am

or will be you glad to have me gone

there's a sense of peace when I'm not around

I know because you told me so

it's something you have been craving

so perhaps I'll let you bathe in the peace 

that my absence has made room for

I'll stay

it's much nicer being ignored by strangers at the station 

rather than to be ignored by the one I love at home