I feel like swallowing thorns. Thousands of thorns. They're stuck there in my throat, so my throat bleeds. I can't scream. I can't ask for help. I feel like two black buttons have been sewn to my eyes, blocking my sight. I can't open it. I wish I was able to cry but I am not. My tears are now boiling, like the water of hell. It burns me. I feel like my head is going to explode. I can feel the crack in my skeleton. My brain is dysfunctional. I feel like dying.
But you wouldn't understand. You would never understand. Crying is not your...