You must hurt, or be hurt.

“It’s amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart.”

“I'm gone, lost, floating away into nothingness like I am in my dream, but this …”

“I run for I don't know how long. Hours, maybe, or days. Alex told me to run. So…”

“Don't you get that yet? You don't know shit about me, I don't know shit about y…”