Where am i

Where am I, it so cold here, the cold light. I'm alone, who are these people here, one bloated with unjustified anger, the other has the smell of death's hand, why am here, why is the warmth of the light ice cold. "father" what is that, I have no father, mother, sister, brother, grandma, grandpa, or a family, just puppets, nothing is there. I'm shrinking In the room as it fills with darkness. A window, what out there, is thing such a thing called feelings out there. I can't see, blackness drips down the window, help....help........help..........help!!! No that's what they want, I need nothing from you. You can't help, I'm alone, by my self. Just the shadow puppets here......who.......who is really pulling the strings here? Who are you, why me. My stillness by the window and the darkness waiting...waiting for the truth just to cover it back up. I'll look though the black window that holds me and other a side. Just leave me, puppets stop acting like you care, cause you don't. so I stand in the empty, hollow room, with a frigid light, my breath slowing down, a emotionless face, and so quiet I can here my heart slow to a stop. My eyes black, skin numb, the deafen silences, muscles weak, and some is growing in me......I am here because I belong no where else. So I am in cell.

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