Lost. Terrified. Collapsed. Numb...

Love isn't enough.
The memories are too real, images and sensations too violent.

Hope is not enough.
My heart is frozen, the tears don't come.

There was this hand that I can't see...
There mine trembling, knowing that it isn't necessary to do it again.
I know why it relieves...

It's like an electric shock, remove the pain you can not express and tears that go with it. It suffers all the violence that turns against itself as anger. Is try to feel alive when the suffering seems too unreal. It reconnect with something tangible, here and now.
It'snt a game...

I just have my pencil and my trembling hands.