Hospital
I walk through the hell ridden hallways
The silence so loud it almost engulfed me, dragging me underneath the freshly polished tiled floor
Each room is a new hellish spectacle
Each person looked like a withering rose, desperately begging for a drop of water to survive.
I walk past them as if I’m better, but I’m not
I feel myself slowly withering away as well
I sit in the waiting room, barely aware of my surroundings
The low, inaudible hum of the tv giving me a sense of comfort
I liked this place, it made me feel safe
It was blank and bare, a comforting contrast to my thoughts
Everyone cared, it gave me a sense of peace
Maybe I would be ok?
I wanted to stay here forever and ever until I wither away
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