the art of heartbreaking 1,2 and 3

I couldn't sleep at all. The air was intoxicated in capital letters with that cheap tobacco he loved smoking.

I cried the moon, my insides and even the bottle of vodka. I evaded, I seduced, I hallucinated, I puked, I begged, I tripped, fell and stood up again. Nothing.

I broke the windows, ripped off the wallpaper, jumped over the sofa, burned everything in that damn house. Nothing.

I left running naked, my knees where bleeding. I yelled why, i yelled blue, i yelled enough.
I hit my head against the wet concrete. I shut down and the silence was infinite, so unbearable that finally woke him up.

... It was a little too late.