Between the hollowed-emptiness, barrage of saddened rage, and jumbled stream of thoughts; I am a mess. Never knowing if I said too much or should suppress it all in. All of those bad feelings haunt me. They wake me in the wee hours of the morning. Though I had been asleep, my spirit had been weeping the entire time. To verbally articulate my grief, would be the same as confessing to the world a losing battle with despair. All I can do is write; to release the strain from my body. Just know, every letter of every word in every sentence is drenched in the pain of my tears.