Sunday, November 28, 2010

;I'm not coming back, I've done something so terrible.

Here's your medication
I need to calm you down
The room suddenly went dark, and I couldn't find you
My hands out in front of me
A thorn pierces my finger
The lights go on, and the white walls are covered in blood
The pills scattered on the floor
My eyes closed, take one last breathe.
I'll shut you down, before you shut me up like this again.

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