I wanted to escape
Because I didn't want to be the person I had made myself.
I wanted to disappear
Because I didn't want them to see that facade anymore.
I wanted to explore
Because I couldn't stand not knowing who I was.
I wanted to fly
Because I didn't want to go another day without feeling alive.

I wanted to travel
Because I thought it would be the same as vanishing for good.
Only, I realised, it would all happen the wrong way around.

If you walk out of someone's life,
They may cry from your loss,
Yet your pain grows with your existence.

So why is there no option
To let the pain subside
In the absence of tears?