Why
It's quiet and dark
I have gotten used to it.
This is my place
my cell,my hole
Days come like months come
Night and day blur together
Creaks and groans
Come from the walls
Cries and Shouts
From echoing hallways
I stay quiet not a sound
Unlike my first night ;
I fought , screamed to leave
But I was strapped down
I cried and sobbed for help
But nobody was there
Nobody would miss me
I have no family left
No friends to care
I hear whispers
soothing
comforting
loving
...
I stopped eating
medication is there
I stopped sleeping
its always dark
I follow the luring sound
...
don't give me lunch
Why...
I am already gone.
My first time please review...