Drowning in the sorrow of my past and my decisions. Drowning in the sweet taste of my destructive, familiar ways. The stars bleed as I tear them apart while searching for my soul among them. My sad heart ached as the rays of sun spread out over my chest, seeping through the cracks in my ribs and my burning lungs. I gasp for air as I fight my useless body to go on. The mistakes of emotional reactivity haunt me, like the scars from the deep lacerations from the blade I always held in my hand, blood blooming across my pale, ghostly skin, as the blood pattered like rain against the floors of my dirty mind.