As my eyes begin to burn, the lump in my throat grows until it seems to be chocking me. I am suffocating in sadness. The tears welled up spill over into a waterfall of salty sweet sorrow. As pain grabs my heart and soul, I try to struggle free. But the more I struggle the tighter it holds on. Oh, sorrow let me be. Find your next victim. Commit your hateful crime upon someone else. I have had enough. You take a tole on me and my loved one.
This has got to stop.