What is sorrow? When you don’t know if you can make it to tomorrow. It is the never-ending
hole in your heart; the stabbing pain that tears you apart. It is the feeling of empty helplessness;
when even tears can’t show your distress.
What is pain? When feel as if you have been brutally slain. It is the icy sting that rushes through
your veins, the constant reminder that no happiness remains. It is the agony of knowing things
will never be the same, when your hope is consumed by an unforgiving flame.
What are tears? They are the sign of misery when you lose something dear.
When you’re overcome with seething rage, when all other emotions seem to be locked up in a
cage. When love is what your hate,
when your ideas of perfection oppose fate.