The memories invade my mind, and no matter how hard I try to force them out, they linger. Haunting me, dragging me to my knees, screaming things at me that I know are true. I can't find myself, lost in the ocean of hatred, black waves rushing toward me and knocking me down. I fall; I always fall. I can't stand my ground in this never ending parade of solitude. I sit in the dark and I cry and I beg, but you won't hear me. You tune me out like static on an old radio; turn the dial and it's all forgotten. But I remember, and I will always remember. To take apart the deepest division of my sanity, it's the biggest tragedy I could endure. Yet somehow I'm still breathing, though my chest caved in long ago. And tell me; when you ripped my beating heart out of my chest and slowly crushed me to death, did you even feel bad about it?