How'd I sink so low?

I'm drowning in a padded room with nothing but blinding light to keep me company. Arms strapped to bleeding sides, my body is leaking everything it shouldn't.

How'd I break so quick?

I'm slamming my skull against squishy walls, soft floors, the ghosts of my past. I'm aching for a pull. I'm jonesing for a drag. I'm screaming for a pill. God, my wrists itch.

I guess I'll never know.

I'll never see the light of day again, not after what I've done. Puke lines the floors perimeter. Blood stains the walls.

God, I feel sick.

I'll end up dying in here, and the worst part is, I don't even care.