To be put away was what I chose, what I chose so that I could avoid, so that I could be avoided.
So I did what I wanted to. I caged myself inside a hole in the ground.
When they saw me in the cage, they asked me whether I wanted help to get out. I just shook my head and they left.
They did the same every day and I always shook my head in reply. As time went on less of them came and eventually all of them began to avoid where I was. I thought that I could finally get what I wanted.
Time went on again and I was left alone. To think was the only thing I could do to compensate my loneliness.
I thought about how I was finally satisfied. I was finally devoid of humanly bonds and pain. But I felt a part of myself uncomfortable with this.
Deep in thought still, I felt someone pass by me again for the first time. I thought he would ask me like they had did before. But he didn't. He just stepped over my cage and continued as if I didn't even exist. For the first time in a while I was hurt. I felt pain in my heart.
Others began doing the same too. Frustration took over me. I began to forget why I was even there in the first place.
I yelled out for help. I wanted to get out now. But no one could hear me.
To them I didn't exist anymore.
