They call upon me again. Always begging me to answer their petty questions. I reply with silence, for silence is all I have ever known. But that is not enough for them, no, it takes so much more. They strip me of this cloth and beat me until my very lungs collapse. And upon the ground I finally see what they have done to me, as they point the mirror at me and reveal this truth, so horrid, so true. My mouth is sewn together at the seams of my lips, further reaching to my throat, now slashed.....bleeding evermore.
Apparently my friend found a container of whiskey, like, OLD whiskey in the woods. Gonna go check it out later.
sometimes i wished that someone would care about me.