It’s been what 2 years since you surrendered
Yourself to this dead building. With its grey walls, grey floors.
The only colourful item are the windows. Is that why you sit at one and stare through it?
The staff seem generous but you think they’re demons in disguise. It’s their aesthetic voices and caked faces, isn’t it?
They gave up on persuading you to take your pills.
It painfully reminds you of your loved ones, who are now fragments of the past.
The thought of them rejecting you pierces your flesh that you feel your heart strings snap like a slingshot.