These white walls lock me in;
I am frightened and crying out for help.
My screams echo around the indifferent room;
No one comes to hear them.
I look all around the room for a possible escape;
I cannot see any.
These walls, splashed with my vermillion blood;
They hysterically laugh at me for even thinking of escape.
There are no windows, no openings in this room;
I do not even get a good view for the rest of eternity.
I am looking at a point on a wall, my vision narrowing;
Out of nowhere, a door pops in and a few seconds later, I spot it.
I run for it and once again dissapointment flows through me.
I burst into tears, feeling my weakness take over.
My silver, glittery, fragile tears trail down my face;
Before they hit the stone floor, they transform into shrieking, black raindrops.
The black raindrops slowly sneak up the door;
The entire time, they creepily smile at me.
Once the raindrops are at the top of the door, they form a broken heart;
It is my painful, shattered, murdered heart.
Silver cracks show through it;
Red blood falls from it like water from a waterfall.
My heart is crying crimson tears;
It asks my forgiveness for causing me so much suffering.
I inevitably shriek in horror and back away.
My black, crushed, scarred heart still lies on the door;
The blood-red tears form an impenetrable soul
This room keeps me sequestered because I cannot go anywhere;
I will always be trapped in forever.
The tortured voices of past victims bounce back into my ears.
I can never escape them;
I will be trapped in forever.
Their own love kills themselves.
My love will not kill me.
I straighten up with a renewed purpose.
I run, gaining speed, and attempt to kick down the door.
To say it backfires is an understatement;
My foot never even touches the door.
I go sailing backwards;
I crash through the bleeding prison walls.
The prison was always of my own making.
I lay scarred and bruised on the other side of my prison;
I am finally happy.
The next day, a smile graces my lips for the first time in months.
