So I Only Say, "so What Should

They Can't Hurt Me. I'm Not Like The Rest Of You. There's No One Left I Love.

But The Words Are Easy And Soothing, Promising Tomorrow Will Be More Hopeful Than This Awful Piece O Time We Call Today.

I'm Running On Hate. When The Energy From That Ebbs I'll Be Worthless.

I Carefully Lay Out The Provisions. One Thin Black Sleeping Bag That Reflects Body Heat. A Pack Of Crackers. A Pack Of Dried Beef Strips. A Bottle Of Iodine. A Box Of Wooden Matches. A Small Coil Of Wire. A Pair Of Sunglasses. And A Half-gallon Plastic Bottle With A Cap For Carrying Water That's Bone Dry. No Water. How Hard Would It Have Been For Them To Fill Up The Bottle?

What Will Break Me Into A Million Pieces So That I Am Beyond Repair, Beyond Usefulness?