I go through this place, my mind numb and still, dragging through moments — finished, unfulfilled. I grow roots of fear in soil made of sorrow, where nothing lives but my sadness and agony. I call my name. No echo. No shine. I look in the mirror, laugh at the reflection. Tears pour like a flood — for what? Dumb anticipation. Desperation. Pain — a second membrane. Covered, enclosed, unkind and still there. For whom? Me? I look at it and smile. You hurt me, yet always return. I run from you, you stand still — and engulf me. I want to cry. Could you hold me for a while? Let the dam break, let the flood destroy me. Pain, will you break me and still never leave? To those who gave me you — will you be there for me?