Seeing the black

One morning a woman wakes to find all she knew and all she loved has turned away from her.These are her thoughts spiraling in the realization and in the aftermath.

Seeing the black of the world, all around me, seeping into the pores of my skin.
Where am I? I'm at the top-oh shit!-I'm about to hit rock bottom. Hard-red, wet skin, brain shaking realization.
Chaos runs rampant through my veins.
My soul has turned away from the sun, my head hangs in silenced pain. My head spins, falling down, down, down. Laying flat at the bottom of the bottle of pills, of alcohol, of hell.

Scratching, digging, breaking fingernails. Skin, so red, so wet. So weak, but my soul is screaming.
Defeated. Wanting the red carpet back, to be loved by people.
Why did this happen?