All I have is now,
now is where it ends;
an end to sum it all,
what started first as friends.
But soon grew into love,
a love that fell too fast;
an outline of who we were,
now hidden in the past.

I read this poem everytime, and I can't help but realise how true it actually is. Sometimes I wish there really was a drug that would just make everything better. Remove the bitterness, the anger, the need - or better yet, wake me up instead of put me to sleep so I can see just how (sur)real this world really is.