There is a room that makes people go insane in real life known as a white room. There's places have shown that the removal of color drives patients insane. They would have people placed inside the room for days with only meals only being white. This is what this poem is about.

I've let go of a lot of family over there years. I was so afraid to visit each and everyone them. I couldn't grasp the thought of having to say goodbye, so I lived in willful ignorance. Living in a world where the rule "out of sight, out of mind" was created. I was fullest, and I wished I would have said goodbye to them.

This poem is dedicated to the father that raised me better than my biological father, the grandmother who made the world feel at peace, the grandfather who taught me how to survive, and the cat that gave me hope that I could become better. I love you all so much, and there's isn't a day I don't think about you all.

Context: my older "brother" molested me when I was a 3yo child. My mother knew about it and I was expected to bury it for years and years. Finally at (currently) 25 years old, I completely broke down, had a panic attack and had to go to the hospital over it. When I got back home, I was forced into a family meeting with him where he apologize and I was asked if I could forgive him. Which my response was "No". He left and after a few days, I get a text by my mother saying he's homeless thanks to me. I confronted her about the texted, and she told me she didn't want to talk to me and that she was *******. I ended up self harming and going to the hospital. When u came back, he was there and the door to my room was completely removed. I left that house and we only spoke once after one the phone. She told me before we got off the phone "Don't burn the bridge that leads back home".

Context for the brother part: he came home one day when he was little and apparently he was talking about self harm. When I went into the room to see what was going on, she told me that he gets that from me. That happened when I was 14yo.