Here, to this point of no return.

I can't see anything from here. Everything is so dark. So bleak. So blurry. The pounding in my head, like the first symptom of madness, catches me and pulls me into a pool of my own thoughts, and there I lay, drowning and choking with every breath that I take. Where the realm of reality coheres with fantasy. In a world where I never knew how to swim, I swam to the very depth of a well, brimmed with tears that seemed to have fallen from the cries of yesterday. Here, to the point of no return. Everyone judging me. Those vacant stares. Those meaningless conversations. Words that I deemed precious that were never said at the right time. Of never feeling good enough. Of not trying hard enough. Of falling down again and again only to bruise myself more and more. I don't know how I got here.

I'm falling. Falling, in my red dress and shattered pills, collapsing on the white tiles painted a beautiful red on the floor.