Room
Claustrophobic.
That’s the best way to describe it
A hard tense feeling of the walls
Collapsing like a house of cards onto you.
Air thick like oil in your lungs,
Drowning any screams you make.
No one can hear you.
No one wants to hear you.
As you lay there on a bed that may as well be a piece of driftwood
You open that small portal to a world of ecstasy.
Instant gratification and satisfaction.
It’s almost orgasmic, isn’t it?
But wait…
Why aren’t your friends talking to you?
You messaged them a while ago now...
Well maybe they just got busy.
Yes. That’s it. They’re just busy.
They wouldn’t forget about me, that’s silly
They wouldn’t.
Right?
It’s been a couple hours now…
Still no answer from anyone.
You’ve tried calling them but the phone drones on and on, it echoes in your mind.
They hate you.
They never loved you, no one did
You always talked, on and on
They just wanted to be left alone
And you couldn’t take a hint
YOU COULDN’T GROW UP
But...
maybe if I wait a little longer.
They’ll come back
They’ll come back and it’ll be fun again
Just like the old days.
Everyone will be there.
Everyone has to be there.
They won’t come. You know that deep down in that sad excuse of a soul you have.
You’re really pathetic aren’t you.
You really think they would drop everything for you?
Come and please you like Pavlov’s dogs??
You’re worthless
Nothing more than dirt, no.
You’re less than dirt.
Even ants don’t bother themselves with you.
I want you out.
Get out of my head.
Stop talking so loud
Stop hurting me
Please get out of my head
Just leave and never come back.
No.
I’ve been here all along.
Without me what would you do all day?
I at least make you feel something.
If I wasn’t around you’d be nothing more than a dead tree log.
Waiting for something to happen like a trained dog.
So would you like a treat dog?
Do some tricks?
Well?
Would you?
You go to bed that night hoping that this tormented nightmare ends.
That was more than 444 days ago.
You wake up again.
Day 445
Time to check your phone.
-K
