I sit alone in my room of white.
It is my sanctuary.
I am alone.
There is no one there to bother me.
I can be by myself.
Or am I?

I am mentally disturbed.
There are voices who talk to me.
They speak in their little words.

They talk of murder -
Homocide -
Suicide -
Telling me lies.

It would make Benjamin proud.
It would make Chase care for you again.
It would save your mother from depression.
It would make your father come home.

Once I didn't believe them.
Once I could stand up to those voices.
Once I could say 'No'.
Once I could resist.

But now it is all over.
Now I see red.
Please remember me.

Tell my mother I am sorry.