Laying here, staring at the ceiling.
It's the same as always.
Plain white.
Nothingness.
Blankness.
Why did I do this?
Was it really worth it?
Listening to his voice.
He can't come again.
Wish they'd go away.
I want to cry out loud.
Let out a few screams.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Hating everything here.
Hating everyone here.
When am I ever going to get out?
It's the same as always.
Plain white.
Nothingness.
Blankness.
Why did I do this?
Was it really worth it?
Listening to his voice.
He can't come again.
Wish they'd go away.
I want to cry out loud.
Let out a few screams.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Hating everything here.
Hating everyone here.
When am I ever going to get out?
