"Known of all my Sorrows, I Know in my Heart, I am not Content; for the Knowledge of you Suffering Pains me with Grief. Knowing that I cannot do anything to help makes the Pain in my Heart all the Greater. Knowing that I help worsen your Pain by what I do, say, and even existing makes it my Pain and Suffering unbearable... Why are we Suffering so much? And by what means are we Suffering...? Who started the Pain? Who will END the Pain...? Why don't you tell me what Pains you? Then I wouldn't be hurting myself on ordeals to find out what is Hurting you so much... I'll Bleed until I Die and on if it will ease your Pain and Bleeding... Because I