White Room

"In the white room.."

Tears fall upon my writing. I sit alone in the dark as sad music rings in my ears. I whip off the paper that has smeared words on it. The smeared words of my pain. I look at my music player as the sad song ends and a new one began. Funny how you can relate to songs and feel the music artists words. I let the music take me in as I fall into a different world. Not even there i could get away from the pain. It still takes me in. I stand alone in the middle of a white room. I look around me and see nothing but, white. I see a knife sitting in front of me. I bend over and pick it up. Without thinking I slid it across my wrist. I dip my fingers in the blood and walk up to the white wall. I write his name in my blood and watch it drip down to the white floor. Blood poured from my wrist and down my arm onto the floor. I come back to reality as the song ends and I stare back into the darkness. I rub my hand on my wrist. It was smooth and woundless. Tears still fell. I laid back onto the bed and stared straight foward going back to the
white room.

Author's Note

I wrote this a long time ago, so it may not be the best. Tell me what you think?