I opened the doors to the rush of rain.
Out of the comfort of the one place I ever felt wanted.
I left into the cold wet night.
I ignored the cries calling my name.
I was no longer here.
I was already gone.
I wanted to be cold.
I wanted to be wet.
The rain pounded me like a hundred fists.
The pain felt good.
I wished it were a tidal wave.
Something that would destroy everything and carry me away.
Away to a place where I didn’t exist.
A place where I never existed.