It pierces through me,
like a cold, hard needle.
I didn't want to hear it,
but it's screeching.
Agonizingly slow,
but swiftly torturing me.

I didn't want to hear it,
but it was the only voice
speaking to me directly.

I didn't want to hear it,
I didn't want to believe it.
It couldn't be, shouldn't be,
but it is valid.

And it hurts.