I cannot comprehend it. I do not want to think of it. But like a broken record, it winds round and round again until I ache from within and I have no way of pouring out this grief.
You sit there, so proud, mocking,
You mock me. You with your so called humanity. You are a disgrace, an abomination. How do you sleep?
I suffer from within. As though you have done to me what you have done to him and I am lost for words. Yes I am lost. Just lost
and I have no words left to say.