I let myself succumb to the voice in my head. No longer able to hold on to anything around me. I surrender my sanity to the darkness that lives within. The darkness that tempts and coaxes me to it with a voice that drips sugar. That makes everything seem okay. But in reality, it feels like I’m drowning. I can’t do this anymore. I scream at the reflection in the mirror. Cracked lips, tangled thin hair, a body that’s just flesh and bone. I’ve been walking down this path for some time now.

There’s nothing left for me here.

Tears streak down my face falling onto the hands that grip the edge or the counter. The only thing that holds me up. I know if I let go my knees would most certainly buckle.

Air won’t reach my lungs no matter how hard I try. I can feel them collapsing under the pressure. But yet I still do not fall.

My eyes burn from the salted water that just won’t stop gushing down my cheeks. Fury flares within me. This isn’t fair! Why is it me who has to feel like this!

Without another thought glass shards rain down around me and blood drips from my knuckles. I let myself fall to the floor. Defeated. That’s what I am. I let the coolness of the dark wash over me.

It whispers in my ear that I will be okay. That all I need is to believe in him. That all I need is to let him wrap his arms around me and take me to a better place.

But I know what it truly is. I’m dying. And that’s okay for I don’t belong on this plain. I surrender to the deep depths of the after life.