Diseased.

        I'm dissolved in tears again tonight, I'm not even certain why anymore. I just hurt. Comparable to a deep cavity that grows to be abscessed, I'm unsure where the pain is coming from anymore. It's consuming me, this hurt is a festering mutilation of me, killing by inches. I reach out, hands outstretched, on my tiptoes, for sanity in the form of a hand, I can feel the rigid claws of disease withdrawing me again. This time I was almost close enough, but nowhere near close enough.