Skeptic.

It does hurt to see someone like so. It does hurt to be the someone like so.

I never saw myself with a right to ask. And I don't.

Curse my skepticism one and a million times, I don't want to believe, but to know.

Even if the knowledge lacerates my skin, tears my eyes, crumble my bones, and rips my brain from my skull.

I feel knowing is the only way out.

That is all.