Shattered World

Nothing seems to be anything anymore.

It is only me now, alone, isolated.

Food has become for survival only. Eating when only I need to, wondering if I should even bother, as the flavourless mush whirls around inside my mouth.

Fun. What fun? It can't be experienced in this new world, nothing that was, can ever be again.

The pain is excruciating. The heart, pounding repeatedly. The nausea, folding me like a deck chair. I know I have to carry on, I just don't know how to. The world as I knew it is gone.

She was my whole world.