I feel disconnected from everyone. The only smells i smell are disappointment. The only sights I see are failure. The only things I hear are judgement. The only things I taste is the sickness inside me. When these feelings become too much, I just sink. I used to have some type of shield that protected me from the hurt, but it’s gone now. I can no longer rely on the cold feel of protective metal in my hands. Today, I believe, is the last time I will sink. Frustration froths at my feet, chilling me to the bone. Their piercing stares land on me, one by one. Relentless, like the small waves children play with at the beach. Then, the worst of the worst came. I saw it before it even reached me. A huge wave of sadness, incapable of dying down at this point. Larger than a tsunami. It rushed over me, and I tumbled. Down, down, down , down. Until I reached the very bottom. After that, I never opened my eyes again.