You're running and running, and you have been forever, and you just got to keep running. Then your feet don't reach the ground and you stumble and fall through the lack of air. And the trees that had once surrounded you have now somehow disappeared. And the soft little blades of grass, are nowhere to be found. There is nothing. It's just white. A blank emptiness overcomes everything, even the thoughts you had felt could never be stolen. It was all taken, and now all you had was nothing. And people who saw you, they saw nothing, they could say you're name and recognize you, but you were so foreign, to even those who'd always known you. White blank empty, nothing. That's all the filled you mind. No more worries, no more concern, no feelings. Like a state of unconsciousness. One might even call it blissful. Till the moment that your mind crawled back into view. Even from a distance you could see the torture, hear the internal screams. You begged and pleaded it to go. Whiteness, you're supposed to keep everything out, everything, like I'm dead! You'd scream and scream, but it wouldn't take you. And you're mind came more and more aware of the pain it felt and it hurt worse and worse each day. And the whiteness turn black. The pain was unbearable, beyond anything you had ever imagined. You had been running from the whiteness, but now you were gone. And you'd never go back. This blackness was much different from the white, it intensified the pain, and helped it grow. It showed you all the trouble and the pain you had caused your friends and family, with your blank state of mind. And it wouldn't let you help them, it wouldn't let you make it better. It seeped into your veins, and was pumped through your body. It clogged up in your brain and deposited in your heart, and sunk into your lungs. And finally, when it had taken everything there was, it killed you. So you lay dead for someone to find you, in a bath full of blood originating from your wrists.