When everything feels like a piece of crap, you crept inside your body trying to find the source of all the destruction, seeking for the responses to the unanswered questions or thoughts.
Lament
It's like the end of the world, nothing else to do but fear. You can't change how it works, because it is destined to happen. You might feel the urge to kill, but does that really answer? No, yet you still want to do it, to ease the pain at least.