I got on the train and left. I wasn't crying, I wasn't mad, I was ready. Ready to start over, not think about the past. I think I was just oblivious to the fact that it was impossible to not think about it. About the people I left behind. The people who were now gone from me completely. So I got bought a ticket, packed my most important things and walked away. I didn't say goodbye, knowing it would be to hard. I didn't have much left anymore so it wasn't worth the hurt. I was tired of crying and yelling, this was my only logical way out. That was it. I was gone.
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Just A Train Ride Away
Teen FictionI got on the train and left. I had nothing to look back for. This was the new me. If I turned around now, I could go back to my parents and apologize, but with where I am now, it won't make a difference. The people I've left aren't worth going back...
