Do you think it’s possible to walk outside in the cold and dark, under a full moon until you don’t hate yourself anymore? Until you don’t want to put your fist through a wall because of all of the unjust things that happened to you? To watch the blood flow from your knuckles and somehow feel better about your life? To fall to the ground and beat your head against the pavement until you no longer feel the hurt and pain this world has caused you? Would that explain why you lash out against others and deny their love because you don’t deserve it? Would that somehow justify the scars and black spots on your heart caused through no fault of your own? Would that… Could anything ever replace the enormity of the dark deep chasm inside of you that threatens to swallow you at every turn? Will anything make the pain subside? Will the torment and struggle inside ever end?