Pain.
I am in such deep agony.
My eyes are dry, dehydrated, and cracking.
The scorching heat of grief has rained down its fiery darts upon them.
I sigh and pull my lips into the semblance of a smile.
All I seem to manage now is a trembling rictus.
My heart has been rent to pieces.
The indifferent waves of grief crush, beat, and batter the fragile shores of my soul, tossing me to and fro.