From: Com Pewter #6 @1615004 VirtualNET
Re: read this all the way through before making judgement...
 
the room is clean
the bed is made
everything is perfect
except for a shirt
carelessly thrown on the floor
only there so that 
the room loses its clean appearence
it gives the room the illusion
of not being neat

he sits on the bed
fully clothed
shoes and all
he does nothing
or so it seems to the onlooker
he stares at the wall
the white wall
painted to perfection
he stares as if in a trance
at the wall
he is enveloped by its whitnes
white is all he knows 

the memories come 
the pain returns
the images haunt him
he turns pail
the pain
of standing
and watching
not able to do anything
the pain
of saying goodbye
not knowing when
you will meet again
the pain
of not being free
freedom is everything

trapped
unable to move
the pain
the anger
in his attempts
to allude the 
mental pain
he finds his hands 
resting uppon a razor 
he looks
at his reflection
in the blade

the blade bites 
into his palm
in pain he drops it
then he smiles
and watches
as the blood wells up
and drips all over
the white sheats
and his clothing
red stains grow larger

he looks again at the wall
a white void overcomes him
he knows nothing
thinks nothing
a blank mind
can think no bitter thoughts
can feel no pain
pain

the pain draws him
back to reality
for the moment
the fire in his palm
makes him think
blood is everywhere
the pain is almost bearable

he thinks back
to the freedom of nothingness
freedom to not feel the pain
nothingness; no pain
he finds the razor
amidst the pools of blood
to have freedom
to flee the pain
he raises the object

a downwards slash
and another
nothing but pain
ah but wait!
a dull nothingness overtakes him
he feels all the pain
and the anger
slipping away
nothingness is overtaking him

but it is a different nothingness
it is not white
but black
a black nothingness
with no pain
he is finnaly free