I am not a daisy yet your words cut me down. Neither am I a rusty bucket, yet my eyes pour out. My throat is pained with the words that refuse to come through, can't you see? I am broken, and here I cry out in need of help. Help me, I lied, I am not okay. I am not fine. Life is a daily struggle, a horrible one of mine. I need someone, it used to be you, don't you remember? Now I have no one. No one indeed. My hands have not ceased their shaking, my heart, quickly palpitating. What is this called? This place I am alone in? Hell? Purgatory? My soul is damaged, please leave me be.