I let myself be consumed by the glass of hatred; I just wanted to die and get it over with. 

“Am I finally in pieces?” 

“Is this how it feels to die?” 

“What will my family think?” 

“Will they miss me?”

“I’m finally becoming nothing right?”

I slowly notice that I don’t feel anything. 

RUN!!!

The voices ring loudly in my ears. 

“But I don’t matter.” 

YES YOU DO! -  do they say.

The glass that once consumed me begins to let me go piece by piece.

I follow the voice out into a gray room. 

I have no emotion, no passion, no goal in mind.

I am wandering aimlessly in this colorless world.