No one would have ever known who I was. And tonight I follow through. I run away, I run far away. No thought clear in my mind, no amount of police can find me. I want to be found but it is a useless and wasteful wish. I will be forgotten, and only you will have known. Only you will recognise. Only then would it have mattered. A lonely and cold prayer, that tonight, it settles in, and leeches away. That an offering to the ghosts will ease the pain I endure. Every waking day, is another thought to be forgotten. I will never settle, I will never be safe. It will never stop hurting the way it does. It only grows, and becomes worse. It beckons, to urge me. I imagine in my head, all the pretty little things. I imagine every death, as a simple bliss. I have lost all that I had, or what I never had to begin with. Another body to the pile. I am everything and nothing all at once, and when the wind gushes through my hair as I run through the empty street, a feeling of relief will be achieved when I take my final step. The mountains I so dreamed of, will crumble so simply. The noise grows louder, and the voices keep adding up. Every voice urges, it talks, it yells. It tells me things I already know. All of them, in a pile, clustered in my brain, cramped, no space. The noise, it fills me. Every inch of my every aching pain, every horribly beaten muscle, I hear it. I feel it. No love, zero deception.