Morphine.
That is what I need to heal the pain you left me with.
The pain that my body has come so accustomed to.
You gave me a reason to live, but ripped it out from under my feet.
I let you have so much control over me.
My thoughts.
My feeling.
My future.
How could I have been such a fool?
When I hear your name, I don't smile anymore.
I don't even feel anything anymore.
I'm numb.
You have ****** the life out of me.
I'm not living, but I'm surviving.
Surviving to make it to the day when you mean absolutely nothing to me anymore.