I feel the top of the roof lifting away, leaving chaos in its wake. As I stand amidst the wreckage, I look up, watching stars fade and disappear, pretending to muster some semblance of concern. Deep down, the futility echoes—no one truly cares, no one ever has, and no one ever will. It's all slipping through my fingers like sand, and our clothes are frayed from countless struggles, our jaws clenched from silent screams. It goes on for as long as it can, but inside, I reject this reality. I refuse to accept it—no, I just can’t embrace this at all.