My life, overpouring with a tsunami of failure. Constantly flooding my entire life, a painful reminder of my past. As I lie there on my bathroom floor wishing I could just have a clean slate. Wishing that underneath these scars I could have a soul. But mine sits heavily in my chest blackened and burnt, I guess I stood too close to the fire. Letting myself get lost in the flames, believing the lie that I would resurface like a phoenix. But I’m in too deep, I feel myself get pulled under. Like quicksand, swallowing me, leaving me gasping for air barely alive. Sitting alone in my little corner of the universe watching the people around me. Watching the world go by, without me. Looking over at them, flawless, laughing without a care in the world. The main character of their life, something I know I would never be. After all which the main character is made blatantly ruined?