I'm a ghost of my former self.

        I'm trying to move past this. But, I cannot get this out of my head. Everything reminds me, everything hurts. I'm only alleviated of my pain when I'm under an influence, friends or otherwise. I try to sleep, but I lay awake for hours in my bed, gripping the bear he gave me. And looking at the photos of him that haunt my slumber. When I close my eyes, images flash and flicker, not allowing me to rest. My dreams are violent outlets of my pain, they're my evasion. In my dreams, I'm released from this self-imposed prison, that I'm condemned to for what seems like until the end of time.

        I'm walking around a ghost of my former self. Nobody knows, nobody can tell. I'm dead on the inside, yet I live on the outside. Continuing my present life, living hour to hour. If there's an hour that I do not think of that which torments me, I'm then soon reminded.