The tears sear my skin as they run down my face, droplets of life encased in a case. I spin around and bolt towards the door, hiding from the world that is the ceiling and the floor. Suddenly I can't take anymore, I'm smiling but I'm torn like a thorn and the pain in my core. I wish I could have lived just a little bit more, or gone to get help from the few I adore. Well I'm dead now of course my voice is hoarse and all that's left is a lifeless corpse, smiling and waving but dying inside, an echo of the spirit that used to hide and as it severes all ties, a tear silently falls from it's eye...
