I don't know what to say anymore, or what to do either. I sit on the edge of the bed, shaking. Head down, hands in the air; a gentle violin playing I know not where. I have almost given up. In the background people scream celebrating the new year, I frown cause I know I haven't lived the past year. I know I'm a mess. But I don't care. I've found peace at last; and the past has passed.