I don't know how much more I can take.
Just being here makes me scared.
I don't like this place,
my worst nightmares happen.
I'm so scared.
I try to run... but I can't,
I get pulled back.
I scream out in horror!
Tears mixed with blood run down my face.
I hate it here.
Why was I born?
Why can't I just die right now.
But I stop and think,
Why?
If I died what would happen.
Then I realized.
I can't die because I have so much to live for,
people who care for me...
So I guess I'll stay,
in this world of torture and hate.
I'll do it for them,
My family
my friends,
But most of all
I'll do it for,
MYSELF