Take me down from this immortal pedestal you have placed me upon.
I am nothing but a mere mortal just as you.
When you are cut do you not bleed? Then surely I bleed as well.
When you are hurt do you not cry out in pain?
Then surely when I am hurt I cry but when I hurt my very heart and soul cry.
When you are angry do you not yell with great frustration?
The differences between you and I is this when I get angry the screams echo and vibrate off my very soul over and over leaving a mark upon my very soul. A mark that runs so deep it will never be healed.
How I wish I could cut my feelings and emotions off like so many people seem to be able to. Yet I am doomed to love for ever more. When I cry I try to keep it in and my soul mourns silently with a deep despair like none has ever seen. I can not give you the pleasure of knowing how you have cut me to the very core of my soul.