Everything's okay in the end.

If it's not okay, it's not the end.

Eyes like glass.

Unfathomable pain behind these eyes.

There's a fine line.

One wrong move and it will snap.

Tears held back

To avoid a deluge of questions.

One falls down.

A silver streak of sorrow.

No shimmer of hope.

No glimmer left.

I'm not okay.

But it's the end.

For me.