They don't know how it feels. To awake every morning, and all they can wonder is why they had even awoken. To pick up all of their pieces, and put them back together but still feel like they're broken. To say all that they can say, and still feel like there's more but every word has been spoken. They don't know how it feels. To go to sleep every night,  and the only hope they have is that their eyes will not open.