Aftermath

You know what's funny? How they try to medicate you and have that solve all your problems. Numb your brain so you don't feel that heart ache daily, make you forget what's suppose to be your drive in the first place. You lose yourself in a reality that's created by chemicals. I'm trying to refund myself because I'm not this happy person anymore; when you died a part of me died and no matter how much they try to "fix" me, the damage is already done. I'm so broken that I can't be broken anymore. The meds don't do anything but coat the pain, coat my soul in a glimpse of nothing but a hopeless vision..

J.E.S