Everything isn’t natural behind a wall of your mind. Dim shades, closed doors, your time is confined. Every day new pain comes, the pain and emptiness. You will get used to it, it won’t leave you alone in darkness.
You hear a whisper developing into shouts, Shouts of pain and horror. Voices call to themselves, craving your death.
Die, kill yourself. It’s much easier Than it seems.
It’s impossible Not to believe. Unforeseen circumstances? No. Go fuck yourself, check your entrails!
Die and try again.
Every day new pain comes, a pain and emptiness. You will get used to it, it won’t leave you alone in darkness.