I sit alone in my bedroom, the posters on the walls staring at me disappointingly. The voices in my head debating over what I should do. “Do it. Slit your wrists. It won’t hurt.” Some of them say. “No, don’t. It’s not the answer. There is a point in you being here.” The others retort.
Tag: posters
the lonely place: one can never go back
The school once bustling with children now abandoned and destroyed. Walking the halls I smell the distant scent of chalk. Hallways filled with lockers which were once bright red now a rusty pink color. I entered a classroom.