There's a lot of things I would just like to say to a selected group of people
but I don't know who those people are yet, and they don't know who I am either.
The light is shining in my eyeballs, burning the film over my eyes until I scream out in pain.
Everything is out to hurt me, everything is out to get me and steal me.
I'm going to be shackled in the basement with nothing else to live for other than my daily serving of bread and water.
That smell of myself rotting away into the walls with the burgundy crusted blood sweeping against my cream colored sweater.
I want to say something but I can't break the stitching that is sewing my lips shut.
I don't know what the words mean, what I'm bound to say.
I wonder who they are.
I wonder who I am.