I can't feel my hands. I can't feel my fingers. My body is so tired. I need help. Too proud to ask, too ashamed of being so fragile, I suffer in silence. But my eyes, oh my eyes that let anyone but you see that I am falling apart, I am crying loud inside, this infinite sadness, so big, so big, oh no there's a weight above me and the pressure is all too strong to breathe deep... Breathe long and hard to take the water down and go to sleep... To sink still further beneath the fatal wave... I think I'm drowning this sea is killing me. Inside. Please hold me. Please take care of me, for I am no longer strong to walk this path alone, and I am afraid of the darkness within me.

And still, in the middle of the hurricane, all that can be heard: the silence.