They never cry when you die, only when you live.
Screaming and screaming and screaming at the top of my lungs. I just can't do it anymore. You want more than I've got and there's no help you'll offer. Paranoia fades and conspires edging off a cliff is it me that's falling? Never enough interaction for me and not enough for you. Might as well be millions of miles away I'd be just as helpful. In denial and you fall below me, possibly beside me but I'd deny it, if I had an answer for me I'd give it to you. You'll hit and I'll stay silent hiding where I am on the slide of darkening. Then the world will crumble, then my silence will continue onto my forevermore. Some would say I'm a pessimist. But really that's the happy version. The hell is when the reality denies your truth and you're tossed into upheaval learning in some fashion to cope, to live. Infinite nouns that would make for the truely tragic ending.