You want to know what it feels like?

There's a lump in your throat. You don't want to see another person ever again. You want to drown yourself in caffeine, get sick, and fall asleep. You're dizzy. Can't breathe. Don't want to. Just fall down and lean on something. The lump is not in your throat. It's down, in your heart, no it's, all of you. When are we going to cry. Can't cry. Want to. Die. Why did we have to see those few students we taught, cried for, prayed for, but could not touch last year at that strange school, why did we have to see them again?