Walls

I fail in these walls, so they are failing walls they are crumbling, mocking me, laughing and screaming and screeching at me…. They're killing me over and over and over again and again and again all day everyday for 5 hours and 45 minutes out of 24 hours, 5 days a week out of seven days in each week, 20 days each month out of 28-31… I'm failing in these walls in so many ways…. My mental health, my emotional stability, my personality, my education, and my desire to live are all failing in these walls….

The pipes inside the walls are made of steel… they eat people when they break through the walls of drywall (so brittle, so flimsy) they snap out and… blood and body parts that it didn't get in, it's not even hungry it can't digest, it has no stomach…. These walls they fall, and they kill me, eat me, mutilate me, torture me, and that too…. these walls are failing walls and… I'm scared because I know that I'm hallucinating, but the pains are so real, so very real… so painful.

I like those walls, it's dark there, but the darkness is what makes me feel safe. It's quiet too, silent and perfect…. Sometimes that silence is broken, I find the sounds to be terribly annoying…. I yell for them to be silent once more, to remove the light they brought with them to no avail. They bring with them such bothersome things like light and sun and sounds and messes for me to clean because they will not do so themselves, and constant movement… so bothersome….

I tolerate it all because those pests that cause me such grief are, oddly enough, what makes the walls of that cool, dark, and silent place so safe…. I love them, strange as it is, I really love them…. They are the reason that those walls are safe and calm and cool to the touch of my hands, the reason those walls seem to calm and comfort me with their secure structure… despite the material being weaker than those walls, the safe walls seem so much sturdier to me….