the white room.

Sleeping, scared in a big white room
Underestimating time and when I’ll be through
With this crossing a bridge
That never seems to end
Ignoring myself
And tortured by everything else

Is there a lock on the door?
Or am I just afraid to cross the room
It’s so bright and so frightening
I can’t let my guard down anymore

Shoving the Diet Pill into my mouth
“It’s good for your healthiness”,
“You’ll be blessed”
But I could not care more less

Sitting alone under a blanket
Tying my shoes in many different ways
Trying to find preoccupation
Counting down how many more days

So how long will I last
I’ll be glad when it’s passed
And everything I have left
I will carry until death

Come and find me
Won’t you find me!
Will it be better of worse for us?