I feel the verb.

[eyelinemysoul]

I feel wrecked. My head is repeatedly smashing into glass. I can't read. I can't sleep. I have to cry... and continue the smashing as a Greek Goddess being punished for eternity. Smash. Cry. Smash. Cry. Repeat the process. Don't the shards ever embed themselves into my flesh? Do I still have flesh? I don't cry for the physical pain.

I cry because I don't know.
I cry because I can't.

If he becomes dead... I will make my pain all of yours.