The walls, they speak to me. The walls are disgusted by me. The walls tell me how much of a failure I am. The walls all argue and give me their deplorable ideas. The walls tell me to cut the bad away. The walls want me to cut the ‘filthy’ people out. The walls tell me to just end it all. The walls’ ideas are horrible and cut deep into my soul. The walls kill me emotionally, and I can’t fight back. I want them to stop insulting me. The walls call me a spineless moron, an attention seeker with lower self-respect than a dog. The walls say I'm two-faced and that they feel bad for anyone who is unlucky enough to call themself my ‘friend’. I have no comeback for anything they say. I just want the walls to stop talking. I cry silently within arms reach of comfort. I keep these things to myself so others won’t worry about me or say that I’m overreacting. I want people to understand me, but I know that people will simply tell me to get over myself or say that I’m faking it. The walls whisper to me that I am truly a great actor. The walls cheer me on and laugh at me. The walls tell me that they are giving me the attention I crave. The walls laugh and ask if I’m stupid.The walls give me one last idea. I take a hammer and break the walls. I strike them with the hammer. The walls scream out in pain and reveal their insides to be brain matter. I am at a loss for words as I pass out.
