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Entering a small white room,
Didn't realize the door locks backwards,
when the door slams shut I`m doomed,
trapped,

screaming bloody murder wishing to be set free,
from a suffocating white trap,
the walls slowly caving in on me,
when my mind finally snaps,

wishing I never entered this hell hole,
or at least kept the door open,
the emptiness is taking its toll,
hoping this door may be opened,

suffering from isolation,
hallucinating, wishing I had a gun,
to end this suffering the deprivation,
Knowing soon I`ll be dead my life will be shunned.