The truth is, it was sorrow that I made and would not face. See, I keep falling for the future after tripping on the past. And I am always tearing sutures out to make the anguish last, like it defines me, or reminds me; I've found comfort in my suffering, and uncertainty in happiness and death. Because what's next is such a mystery to me. I am terrified of all the things I feel, but cannot see.