I’ve known the highest highs, flown the highest flights. I know the lowest lows, the drudgery of waking up day after day. A heart so full of despair it overflows into the deepest depths of my soul.
It’s been so hard, I’m losing hope.
I keep waking up, and wondering…. what is there for me? What else do I hope for, dream of? Shattered remains. They suggest more drugs, more anterograde amnesia. More nothingness. Just a numbness that comes from being sedated. Just the emptiness that accompanies the hollowness in my chest.