Snow

by

Lauren

Long endless hallways
White doors,
White walls,
White lies
Iron barred windows
Doorknobs keep us trapped here
Poisonous snakes twisted in chains we can’t escape

This room is dark
Black, though the sun shines through
I used to talk to my shadow
She doesn’t visit no more

In the corner, my white bed stands silently
White sheets, white pillows
How boring it must become being a bed?

Screaming reaches my deaf ears
Room 207
Insane like the rest of us
Bone chilling screams
Claims she’s suffocating
That’s why her skin bleeds
Her eyes, they bleed too
Only when she cries

Susie cries in the bed next to mine
I can’t see her tears
I know they’re wet on her gray cheeks
Susie is kneeling now
Good girl Susie, praying to God
In her white uniform, she is her own God.

But why should I pray?
What do I have left to live for?
His love no longer protects me
I see him holding her,
I can’t help but die,
Wouldn’t you?

Alone in my white room
Same routine day after day
Stabbed with a needle eight inches long, I swear
Poison running through my veins
All because I’m skin and bone
What’s wrong with that?
He liked it, he wanted it, he loved my bones

They drain my life
Cutting deep within my soul
She’s not the only one that bleeds
My heart, it bleeds for him

I’m not crying
I’m not screaming
No, I’m not bleeding to death
Only becoming more invisible every day

You with your cracked white walls
Torn white chairs, creaking white doors
You think you can shackle me to my white coffin
Someday I’ll escape your needles
But for now I’ll stand alone in this white world
As white as snow

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