There are times when there is no hope. No shoulder to cry on and no lips to tell you to hold on. The burden gets heavier and heavier on your shoulder and  the demons which had come out earlier to just play, finally announce they are not going back. Not now, not ever.
The world spins and stars break and white light burns your eyes. But no god comes to your rescue and no friend and no foe, no family. You deal with it alone and the dealing sometimes costs you your life. It is causing me mine.