"My room is dark and the air is chilly , dry and cold and I feel so heavy, the full moon shines brightly and my window is crisp with with midst and my head is ringing with an eerie sound. My curiosity lures me into a made up reality using hope as leverage ,in these conditions I hear faint whispers telling me i would be better off dead, I wake up in puddles of sweat and I can barely breathe. Scarlet blood sipping through the corners of my mouth , a sharp pain in my side and at this moment I wished I was dead."