I knew a girl who always looked on the bright side no matter what, always saw the glass half full.
She lived fearlessly, only afraid of dying is what she would say.
The girl became sad, she didnt talk to anyone anymore, she started thinking negatively, like the glass was half empty.
She is scared of many things now, but dying is not one.
She cannot see the glass half empty of half full, for her shaky hands have dropped the glass.
As the liquid floods her feet, she comes to the realization that this liquid was not water but blood, hers. She is no longer afraid, and she knows she is already dead.