Tons of anguish and the pain becomes physical crushing my deepest parts. This is so true...an I look for that connection of understanding. But I find nothing in a sea full of tragity and those who use the smallest of hope within its almost all tragities of waves knocking me to my endless totality...and that\'s my end. I carry without hope and drowned completely slowly no reckoning to come and change that to the beauty of a hope. I can not find any love to change the truth within...I hope to know this before my end. A heart that has physically been overwhelmed and misunderstood without its damage is slowly dying so I go on without hope. So I go alone without the truth I have come to know.