I'VE BEEN through hell and I've seen death. But life had to be so cruel to me when it pulled me out from that darkness only to experience hollowness and pain all over again.
When I woke up from that day, I was hysterical. I was shouting and screaming the whole place down that they had to isolate me for some time until I calm down. In my most lucid moments, I could remember waking up on a bed alone in that empty room with white walls with my arms and legs both tied up.
For so many years, I've always carried that guilt over my shoulders. Guilt for doing such crime to myself. That guilt was so overwhelming it kept me awake at night. Until it bordered to fear. And since then, every time I woke up, that guilt haunts me, chasing me like a beast.
Each night, I face that dream of me taking aw
