The worst of the worst has happened.
Bring me a glass, no water.
For tonight I shall drink my own tears.
Trying hard to evaporate the pain,
yet never quite getting to the heart of this hell.
I lay there.
Nothing's here for me.
Why should I stay?
To support the breaking free of hell?
"No. To support the breaking free of happiness that you are simply to blinded by and unused to seeing." He whispers in my ear.
