26/6/2016

01:05 / AM

i remember the white tiled room

cold to the touch and glaringly bright

two steps from where i am now and i will return

to the white tiled room

in the white tiled room i sat curled up

tears streaming down my face on the floor

blood seeping from my wrists and into the cracks

never to be removed

the white tiled room will never leave me

the colour white is stained into my unconscious

nagging, urging, pulling me

towards the glint of a razor blade.