A warm liquid rushing, gushing down my arm. A cut, manifested into my flesh. Blood, stained red my skin, drip, drip, drip. I laid on the floor, cold as stone inside the bathroom. Darkness what I had longed for. No, not the darkness. The light, the fun, the songs on replay and the vibrant colors dancing in my head. 

To run in the fields, free as a bird. In flying colors and a big hat shading my face. Although, I would stare at the sun regardless because I would be free. Free as a bird, free as bird is what I would shout at the top of my lungs.

But I lay there, on the floor. Breathing unstable, heartrate slowing down. Sweat at my forehead and blood on the ground. 

How my head had generated such image of lies when the darkness overtook, taking my soul and imagination. 

Why had I felt this way, anyways?