rehab. 5/1/11
white walls.
two chairs.
a clipboard and a pen.
no pictures, no color.
her and me.
whats wrong?
what isnt wrong?
stop writing what i say.
are you listening?
or just writing?
STOP. hear me.
give me my pills so i can leave.
starving? razorblades? me..?
i havent told anybody in months.
they dont know.
are these tears?
how are you breaking my walls so easily?
just make me okay again, so i can leave.
