That Special Place

Here I am again, in that special place I promised myself I’d never return to. I came back, stared for a while at the once orange walls that are now peeling off to reveal a dark grey, took off my shoes and headed for the middle of the room. I blew the dust off the only chair in an otherwise empty room and sat down. My torture chair. Now I struggle and I wait.

I came here to die a little more, to have pieces of myself ripped off and left hanging on the walls, next to the pieces from the last time I was here. I came here unwillingly and I hope to survive this room once more.

Here I am again, in that special place…