The beauty behind the madness.

Light.

I seem to be stumbling, vision blurry, words scattered, incapable of doing much but feeling pain. I feel drunk. There's a light over there, but to the other side is my family crying. Every minute that passes, my body becomes colder. I feel the vibrations of the words in distress, but I don't know who's shouting. I hear them asking questions but I can't remember much. I remember just seeing you, moving your lips saying, "I don't love you anymore." My wrists bled with your name carved on each one, and blood ran through the pills I couldn't swallow anymore. I can't open my eyes, but the last thing I saw was the video I recorded of our 2 year anniversary, and I slept comfortably knowing the last thing I saw was your smile and those eyes filled up with light, and I went to that light.
- J.N