And so it is finished. And all the tears reappear. And all the sick feelings revisited. And all the lay people are laughing because the misunderstood individual is buried in as she weeps soft tears of pain. And all the by standards forget about this out-casted fellow for she is nothing but a broken piece of glass from a once fragile vase. A vase that with holds a bountiful array of unique flowers. Flowers that kept her strong. Such beautiful flowers fell on the floor in disarray. Shriveled up and ready to die. And so I say to thee, goodbye.