Been here before

I've been here before. The place kept my footsteps on the floor and my odor in the air. I was in good odor with some guys. I felt something. I painted the walls with all the colors of happiness. I danced here. I laughed. But no more. I open the window. Let the winter come in. I paint the walls with my blood. I scream so that the walls crush down. I try to forget. I try to disappear in nothingness.