shouting and not being heard
doing your best to be heard, and failing
failing. falling. dropping. sinking. thud.
you've hit rock bottom.
it all comes to you now, what you should've done, what you've done wrong and where you've been heading.

this room may only be made of plaster,
but it withstands my daily ridicules. i shout and scream
but the sound never carries out...

some people ignore it. others take it.
others look at it and ask why? others ask
why not?

you? you just don't even comprehend it. your stuck.

around and around in circles that never complete.
in 3 sided squares. triangles without lines.

u sit within this room and just stare. blankly.
uve tried your hardest and lost.

no door. just white.
plain and simple white.
all day and all night

in a way the room keeps you safe. safe from everything else.
safe from the darkness just daring to slither in. suffering. aching.
waiting on end. waiting and hoping for you.

the darkness will get you, if u don't find it, it'll find you.
if your lost, its usually just around the corner. but usually
people find darkness. within their ways. taking bright white
light away leaves them with the darkness that can take over lives.

leaving you with no eyes. no eyes for the light that once shone
into them. you've been invaded by darkness now. and there's no way out.
no second chance, no forgiveness. no mercy.

and you subsist in this room
just an empty white room
just white plaster

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