Without you, I can't live

Honestly... I'm like a zombie. Their is nothing.

I get up, get dressed, take my pills, have a fag, catch the bus, go to college, have a fag, come home, go online, go to bed.

I cut habitually now. I can't even feel it. It does nothing to me. Even drugs don't change me.

The only thing that is ever different...

The moments I hallucinate the bad things...

And the moments before I fall asleep, when I can feel Katty next to me. I smile.

But then I wake up, and I no longer feel.

Even writing has lost it's magic...