we're sitting surrounded by the white walls
counting our breaths
feet explore the beige tile
as our eyes climb the walls

they come in
gripping there manila folders
expressions grim

they tell us there's a crack
not lining our skin
no its inside
and every minute
its delving deeper

and they say sooner or later
our bodies wont keep up
no its a force we cant control

they leave us
gone from these white walls
only leaving us with the news

and we're alone again
with only the thoughts of how
each minute
we lose a little more of our self
each second we're breaking