Somewhere along the rocky path, I've lost my ability to cry. Countless tears are burried inside. Sometimes it hurt so much I've to harden my heart to dull the pain. And when I no longer feel the sting, I don't cry. It kept me alive for awhile - to be this way.

A certain sense of helplessness accompanied you when you are emotionally handicapped. I stopped my struggles, the screams faded into soft whimpers, tiredness enveloped my physic and I wish to fight no longer. My spirit was dampened. Anger gave in to despair. I grown quiet, belittled, wary, withdrawn, bottled up and numbed.

Fear possessed me. I was so pent up that I was afraid that if I were to shed just one tear, the floodgates would open and I wouldn't be able to shut it or regain control.

Sleepless nights, lying awake with my heart pounding. I felt weak and crushed. People tried to get close to me, but I couldn't emotionally connect with anyone.

Isolation bids me toward her and I was made a companion.