I felt like smooth sweet tea poured into brittle porcelain it was a sense of, I would say a guilty, blue satisfaction- of being consumed by others I'll be gone, as the empty cup hits the table, 'ting!' as the sound strikes the white noise the windows to the noisy world all gone, shut again, no more to my eyes, to my ears, no more I have become the bitter stain left on white beautiful porcelain easy to spot, and wipe the last of me as I sink into the terrible drain I shall never be seen again this time, this is the last change life is lost to peace, that ends pain