Things are no longer the same. People are cold and uncaring, caught
up in a world of tragedy, dismay and death. I always thought I would
rise to overcome those feelings, but it wasn't until last week, i
realized that along with the rest of the world, i had ceased. I had
ceased to care, to love, to feel. I knew that everything was out of my
reach as if my hands were to small to grasp any kind of safety, as i
fell. I was falling. Falling from grace, and there was nobody who
could stop me. I would continue to lose altitude and it wasn't before
long that I would end up flat, dead on the ground.
I have always been one to over-analyze situations, laboring over
countless thoughts, obsessing in my mind until my head and face burn.
How have I gotten to be this way? Rejection? No. People get rejected
all the time, and they still continue on with their lives. Lack of
love? Maybe. Need for consistancy? Most likely. Need for him? Yes.
When one stops taking medication they can go through withdrawal.
Serious side effects can break the spirit, sicken the individual,
weaken the fortress one calls the body. I've experienced withrawal
from medication once. Withdrawal from people is more agonizing. It not
only hinders the spirit, but it shatters the heart as well. When I
lost him, my heart succumbed to this withdrawal, slapping the cold
hard essence of reality in my face, impaling me like millions of glass
People have always thought of me as a hard and callous person, void of
any human emotion. I guess that's what you get when you flip them the
bird too many times. They are wrong though, because I am... well i was
a true romantic. Emotions had always flooded me, nearly drowning me