BROKEN
So this is what I have become. A hollow shell of what once was a man.
Every night the howling wind seems to seep through the stone walls and pierce through to my core; the very last remains of my tattered soul.
Judge Turpin had killed a man when he sent Benjamin Barker away. There was no doubt about that.
Now here I stand. Sweeney Todd. A broken mess of a human with a black mind clouded by misery. Nothing left for me to lose since I have already lost everything that had meant anything to me.
This wasn't a life I had ever wanted for myself. If you could even call it a life. I've been dead for years, or at least that's what it feels like. I would be better off really dead than the way I am now.
I want the pain to end. I want the hopelessness to end, the sadness, woe and guilt to just end. I want all of it to stop.
I've been driven into madness from being blinded by revenge. Even after all I have been through I still feel so empty.
I waste away the hours pacing in front of the window, and staring at my razors with a twisted smile. None of it makes me feel any more whole. None of it makes me feel anything at all.
I never sleep. Night is just the dark now. It makes me feel isolated and alone…and I like it that way.
I've forgotten what it's like to feel. I'm forever numb.
This is all I'm ever going to be.
Broken.