The crying

 

I cried when Jörgen died.
  But then no more.

  Grief, anger, hatred, disappointment ... and now betrayal ... sat like a large hard knot in my mind ... it was choking me.
  ... and I could not cry.

  In the end, I went out ... to the lookout hill ... there was no ... nothing.
  Just a great betrayal and an infinite loneliness.

  It came as a painful cramp ... ... distorted.
  It grew out of me ... ran down the mountain ... Step into the sky ... I cried.
  It tasted bitter.

  In my deepest cave, I am always alone.
  The only sound is my echo.
  The only thing that surrounds me is despair convulsive while.
  There is no comfort ... just an endless crying.
  In my deepest cave, I am always alone.