Tears seemed to stream from my non existent sockets as I laid down, exhausted. I had no air intake. I had yet marked another day on the calendar.
The day that I realised that my mask was just something that society wanted me to be - there was nothing left of what I was originally, uniquely. I wasn't ....me. This was never who I wanted to be. The society was cruel. Harsh. I should never have listened to those voices. Changed myself for who they called a perfect person.
Also, it had marked the day of my death.
My breath got caught in my throat, strangling me as I crumbled to the floor.
I had nothing left.
