Sorrow.

It’s what I would feel had I not felt it for my entire life.

The death of family.

The loss of purpose.

The rupturing torment of grief.

It’s numb to me now.

Crying.

Madness.

Suffering.

Terror.

Constant exposure to poison dulls the pain.

So when I eventually received news of the death of my parents in a tragic accident, I couldn’t summon anything within me.

Because in my eyes, in many ways,

they had died a long, long time ago.