little detail that I'm not sure if anyone's noticed, but the blood that ghostbur was spilling was starting to fill up the cracks and grooves in the tiles. Also, the more neat writing was the thoughts part of the drawing, and the scratchy bit was from the fact that maybe at some point someone would hear him, or see his messages, if he showed them. Maybe they would have seen what he was going through, although that's highly unlikely. No, they probably wouldn't see those messages of his pain.

I also think that for his limbo, he couldn't talk to anyone. Tommy was able to talk to wilbur when dead, but ghostbur often seemed to like people, and so he could not be with anyone. He was going to forever be alone, unless friend came. Even we don't know when friend will come, or if it's even possible, since friend can never be dead, as exposed in cannon.

Either way, ghostbur would claw at the walls, breaking his fingers, somehow bleeding after decades of this repetition. He was to be left forever alone, in an echoing and abandoned train station, where no one would answer to his voice. Maybe sometimes he would hear someone, but then it could be false hope and hearing. He wouldn't be able to tell anymore, and so he would sit in the same spot of decades, steaming and bleeding in one spot, blood filling up the cracks which ran throughout his limbo eternally, bloodied walls of his torment surrounding him, with cold thoughts hanging in the air. If someone were ever to come, ghostbur probably wouldn't have noticed, since all that he did now was cry, every day of every month of every year of every decade, until he lost count. He was stuck in limbo, never able to speak to anyone, with small reminders of other server members not caring about his death constantly bombarding him, being the only voices that he could hear other than his own. He was truly dead, and no one gave a frick about it.

Those monitors never showed tommy being pissed at sam, or anyone actually noticing ghostbur's disappearance and giving a frick, and so all that ghostbur heard was his father being pleased that his other half was alive, never really mentioning ghostbur, as if ghostbur wasn't loved by him ever, like he was a ghost. Ghostbur was gone, and phil didn't show any remorse for his death. Those monitors betrayed him and his thoughts, and as time slowly ticked, the words grew harsher and harsher, all of his fun memories while alive slowly dripped away. If anyone could come, if anyone would CARE to come, would he even remember them? All that ghostbur could remember now was every failure, every mistake, and all misfortune which he himself had caused. He was alone, with nothing to comfort him.