Shrinking, thinking of a time when everything was fine.
Reeling, thinking of a time when my heart still had feeling.
Completely aware of it what it will take to keep my soul from beginning to break.
Unable to process to the simplest things,
Unable to see what happiness brings.
The pain is consistent, throbing and aching.
Like earth upheaved, cracking and quaking.
Nothing to numb it, no drugs for the pain.
Shredding my mind,
Destabilizing my reality.
Still what right do I have to complain?