White Walls

        Bloods reaches slowly to my eyes. The smell of blood makes me ooze to my stomach the white walls are beginning to close in.                              I am loosing my breath, But I can't  hear the silence in the room, My tears run down my face as i slowly think of a solution to die. The white Walls start to change colors as  i find a solution for what i have done.  Scars are for the memories and razors are  for the abuse.
       Depression is a symptom when I can't think I Feel like a puppet with no say.
I am trapped in a box where everything is closing in I feel scared with the words let me die.
Can I be happy or is it the thought i am not going to make it i see fear in every eye but, loosing blood in my body is scary
trembling and crawling to my knees is a must. Words are something i can't take back I am trapped I am white wall