The constant noise around me is growing into a state of nothingness as I grow numb. The whispers in my head are growing louder and louder as I fall into the darkness. The cold, pale hands that pull me into the abyss are comforting, almost welcoming. Death wraps his cold, marble arms around me as I lean into him for comfort. Death has taken so many of my friends and family… Even if it’s only two or three… To me, it’s still one too many.
The smiles on my face are non-existent now. The happiness I once felt is gone. I wish I could say I’m happy, but on the inside, I’m numb. On the outside, it’s all a masquerade. I feel like dying…
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