See, guys freak out. They hit critical mass and blast nuclear, white-hot anger out over the world like walking flamethrowers. But girls freak in. They absorb the pain and bitterness and keep right on sponging it up until they drown.

I don't know how you say good-bye to whom and what you love. I don't know a painless way to do it, don't know the words to capture a heart so full and a longing so intense.

Where there is anger there is always pain underneath.

My mother she was heaven bound, I did not see it then but i see it now, being a child wasn't an easy thing watching my back with everything i did, hiding in corners crying for it to stop then silence i can hear it not! the pains she had the marks on her face, the anger i had he was a disgrace, now I'm grown i can show him pain, his life will no longer be the same

Without pain, there is no call for anger, much less rampaging.

I wonder if anybody else feels this way, if anyone in here is as scared as I am. Are they as sad and angry and confused and ashamed? Is that even possible? Is it even possible for one building to hold all that pain?