Mental Patient

In my little white padded cell,
I'm looking at my insane hell.

Screaming, fighting, meds galore!
I don't want to live anymore.

I stole a scalpel from the nurse,
and soon I'll be riding in a hearse.

One quick slit,
will be pain-free.
And I'll be away from this insanity.

Now my cell's not white anymore,
well at least not the floor.

All the liquid is seeping in,
the color is not white but is now crimson.