Trapped

It is hot and dark in here,
Not that I even know where here is.
I can't see the sun,
I haven't for weeks now.
There is no water,
Only when they give it to me.
The food tastes terrible,
Like rotten stuff that's not fit for a dog.
There is water dripping somewhere,
I can hear it.
It makes me thirsty,
My lips are cracked and dry.
It is hot and stuffy,
There are no windows nor fresh air.
I cower in the corner,
When I hear their heavy footsteps.
They are coming for me,
I know it.
I pray for them not to come,
They will beat me.
The door bursts open,
The hallway is dark too.
Oh what I would give to see the sun,
As they beat me mercilessly.
I just wish that I could die,
I'd rather die than live here.
I want to see the sun,
Just once more before I die.