Where once there were words there is silence. What once was laughter and smiles is now masks and secrets. The nights fill themselves with a crushing pressure upon the heart as it shatters. Tears form and soak into pillows noiselessly in the dark and quiet hours before sleep blocks the pain of awareness.

'I hope it's tomorrow' becomes 'I need help'. 'I need help' is shoved out of the way by 'I just want to sleep' and 'I'm just so damn tired'.

Only one person notices the silence, the masks, the secrets, the tears, the pain, the complete and utter helplessness. The person who lives it. Once there was joy and sadness. Surprise, frustration, and contentment. Now there is just agonising pain and debilitating sorrow. Now there is a different person. A darker one.