I understand every level.
I understand what it's like to be tortured.
I've been destroyed.
I've walked in on them cheating.
I wasn't there to save her from a ****.
I held him as he died in my arms.
I couldn't stop her heart from stopping.
I couldn't get her to stop cheating.
I couldn't make them happy.
I sacrificed for the amusement of lovers.
I missed his last breath by a moment.
I've died and come back
I've understood suicide and accepted it.
I lost everything.
I had everything taken.
I have been brought to my knees.
I have been force to bleed
I've been stabbed shot at and tazzed light on fire and drown.
Had my stomach pumped.
My skull smashed.
My throat cut.
Pain? Really?
I've grown accustomed to it.
One day however, one day.
I won't be anymore.