Lucid

 

I hang here everyday

On the walls something to play

With roughly

Or thrown around

I'm on the ground

Is this blood?

I'm hungry

Where is the food?

I'm eyeing that guy over there

Maybe I can get him to come closer.

I'm hungry.

I don't trust what they're giving me.

Who are you? I'm scared. I don't know where I am. Where am I? Why are we here? Is there anything I can do to help us GET OUT of here? Cmon let's go. We'll go. We'll -- Oh. What am I? What even is this? Is there any point? I don't see how. Anyone could see one. This is all there is. And it's over. And bad. Good riddance. I didn't know her. I wish I had. She had a story

I'll ask my dad.