A cry for help

Staring at these walls full of sadness, i feel absolutely cold. The concrete floor underneath my feet makes me feel heartless. My body is numb, but I am still filled with a small feeling of anxiety. The bed is gray and so are the lonely walls. My mind feels lost in a deep pit of depression. I can see faint splatters of blood stained on the dirty cream walls of the bathtub. What if I end up like this? I squint slightly so I can make out the small words written in what seems to be the blood of the patient before me. It reads " life is hell, and I am a mistake". The person's spirit still lurks in the spacious room of pain. But I feel a sliver of hope when I read another message from before me that makes me heart glow, "You're worth it", I read. I have a reason to be in a hell hole like this, and someone believes I can get better. I have a past and before I thought I would never have a future, but now I know. I look at the splattered blood that stains the tub and realize they needed help. I'll get help and for those who had no hope.