It had four walls of white.
He said they put me here for my safety,
that i might hurt myself.
I asked him why he would lock me in here if it was a matter of "might"..
He just looked at me for a second, and closed the door in my face.
So i sat there,
Listening to the voices.
I knew they weren't in my head.
I knew i am wasn't insane.
They didn't believe me.
I could here them arguing..
They were arguing over my sanity.
I said they they should just kill me and get it over with..
Everyone could be happy.
I did the only thing i could see to do,
in this room of solitude.
I screamed..
"KILL ME!!"
I broke down sobbing..
I was sorry I wasnt good enough.
I was sorry that whatever I did was unsatisfactory.
I was sorry for what I would do..
I wanted them to know that..
Later..
I knew only a few would be watching.
I knew where from.
I went to the place I knew no one would see me.
I took the blade from under the matress..
Where I had hidden it the day before.
I knew it would hurt,
But I didn't care.
I carved "I'M SORRY" into my arm.
My blood was everywhere.
It made me smile,
And laugh, just a little.
I may have been hysterical.
I Swear, I didnt feel a thing..
For a second
I went deeper,
Retracing the already deep wounds.
I told them I was sorry..
All over my bed sheets.
That night, I bled to death.
I wish it felt that good now.
I'm lying here in a coffin,
About to be burried.
I am ghosly white,
And they have covered up my scars.
I didnt like that.
I also didnt like to think what was ahead of me..
He came back,
That night.
He knew what I did.
He told me he couldn't stop it.
He told me his name for the first time.
FATE.
And you know what?
You CANT fight fate.