I feel very numb. Deadened on the inside. Like when a tree
dies. It seems fine on the outside but it is rotting away slowly on the
inside. Everything may look fine, but
when you put just a little pressure on a branch it just falls apart. The inside
of the tree isn’t strong enough to handle anything without support. But people
don’t see that because the tree looks so strong and sturdy on the outside. That
is the same with me, everyone thinks that I can handle everything that life
throws at me but they don’t see how fragile and broken that I am on the inside.
Nothing is quite real anymore, I do not know how to feel like I used to back
when everything was okay, when I was okay. I do not believe in a God that can
help me. I do not believe that I was put on this Earth for a reason. The man in
the suit is drugging me, making the feelings I have even less real than before
on the rare occasion that I do have feelings at all. They said getting off the
drugs would help, but then give me drugs that are prescribed that make me feel
less, make me feel nothing. Is it even worth it anymore? Is life as pointless
as I see it to be? Is this just a phase that all the mothers tell their
children that they are going through?
The Dragon was good to me, he was my best friend. But the doctors told
me to stop, and when I didn’t they shipped me off. Leaving the Dragon was
hard.. for I was a sleepwalker. The sweating, vomiting, and emotions were
running rampant. But once I was off the Dragon I saw the light. Most people
refer to the Dragon as dope, heroin.. but he was more than just a drug for me.
He was the one thing that was always there. I don’t see the light anymore.. I
don’t see anything. Maybe my time has come to just let go. I look fine on the
outside, but on the inside I am rotting away.. like a dead tree. I have become
a dead tree.