I am unable to stop the feeling of complete hopelessness that is consuming my body and mind by the minute, yet I can not shed a tear.
I can sit and think about everything that upsets me in great detail. Try to rationalize what I am putting myself through for no good reason at all. Scrutinizing everything that has happened down to it's most minute detail, forcing every thought to become an emotional catalyst. And I still can't force one drop of saline.
I just want to be held. I just want to be comforted. I just want to be told that everything will go the way I want it to. But that's not going to happen. This thought pushes me closer to the edge of my waterfall, but doesn't quite put me over it.
I will not sleep until I cry. I will not rest until I weep.