The white walls

Wake up in a empty room
in for another day
of nothing but pure doom
the walls are white
which depresses me
and makes me fight
its nothing new
this is just something i go through
i fight my self every day
its like for being my self
you make me pay
so i gaze out the window
of the white walled room
and a tear drips down my face
only because i feel like such
a disgrace
and everyday i don\'t want to go on
and everyday i wish i were gone
and as i see the blade beside my bed
its covered in blood and its a faded red
i realize i should just be dead
so i gasp one last time
as the blade cuts me once and for all
because somebody had to take the fall
so heres my goodbye
you made me want to die
this is my letter to you
so you can know what you put me through
have a nice life
and thanks for letting me use your knife...