I'm surrounded by four walls, a dark room. The door is in front of me and a closed window is besides me. I'm covered in want, of soft fabric and silk. Pictures hung around the room. It's a family, friends and special loved ones. However I cannot recognize their faces. The smiles, their eyes, or the way they're dressed. I look down. My nails painted a black matte color, which was adding to the black and white scenery around my room. My mind is blank, emotionless. I'm listening to music yet I cannot hear anything over my own damn thoughts. I use the fluffy blanket to cover up and hide my face. I hope if I go to sleep, then these Lots will rest too. This feeling of nothingness is destroying me. And the worst part is, that I am not alone.