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❝Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me?
Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me?
Just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me?❞ // Halsey - Gasoline

The lights turned red, and sirens were wailing. And in that moment, I just knew it was only the beginning. My entire life, screaming past in a blur. And all I can do is try to remember what starlight looks like.

I drag my nails across the cement walls, shaking and muttering to myself. I still hear their voices, taunting me, telling me I'm not good enough. Now they've put me here, behind bars in a mental institution.

I always keep my back turned, weeping and whispering into my little corner. They won't come near me, they're too afraid.

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