I almost miss the sadness... That feeling of my soul being torn into two. The blood and the cold kiss of metal, my skin splitting open. The tears, the knowing no one can take anything more from me because it's all gone down the drain. I miss the pain, the numbness, the never knowing if I'm going to wake up in the morning. I miss the bloodstained walls and honeycomb nightmares. And most if all I miss that feeling of isolation... Of being cast out into the stormy sea with nothing but my own thoughts. I miss the agony.
