the crunch

Where has the drive gone? I need hate! I need hate and anger to spur me on to fight, be strong, to conquer!

Why do the tears fall at night? Silently they roll down my cheeks, staining my pillow wet.

I can't hate you anymore.

I've gone beyond that.

The anger, yes, it is still there.

My hand aches with pain, as do my heart. But my heart no longer has the capacity to hurt as much as it used to. It has broken too many times.

You can't break something that is already broken.