I heard the screams that multiplied till the end. I saw the fog that engulfed everything in my sight. I remember the feeling of being trapped in the world. I remember my mind , screaming to be found. 

The anxiety that punched me to a corner made me feel the loneliness of the world. My heart would sink into the deepest depths of the ocean and the pressure would smash my head as i think of the world without me. 

I used to played scenarios of my death as a way of pleasure.I had forgotten the smile and laugher that i once adored. And the definition of  happiness was a lost treasure to me.  

I would stay silent in a crowd and feel unwanted among a group. I would apologize for talking and My jokes would hurt more as i try to be funny. I would in the end regret the day and have nightmares in the night . And The stars would dim as the flowers would bend and rot on my sight. 

 A mere omen of bad luck or so they used  to call me. So in the end followed my dreams and hung the rope and pushed the chair below me.