It answers the question that was tormenting you: my love, you are not 'one thing in my life' - not even the most important - because my life no longer belongs to me because...you are always me.
So this is hell. I'd never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire and brimstone, the "burning marl." Old wives' tales! There's no need for red-hot pokers. Hell is—other people!
@sacrilegiousgrl I often think about the mess I can leave with my blood and that cleaning it up is a pain. I also often think about how beautiful it could be to commit suicide with someone who thinks like me. And at some point, that spark appears that numbs me but pushes to give what I don't have