Untitled At This Moment

We're on the ground, like vermin, pests. We're treated like dirt and yet we stay, we don't leave even though we can. Do we like the pain, do we enjoy being broken and burned, or do we just not know the way, are we so ignorant of the outside that we stay in hell just to avoid a realm that we know nothing of. Why do we do this, we hurt ourselves more than they can, we destroy all we have just to be here, even though it's hurting us more. We bleed on the ground, we suffer for them, is it because we enjoy parading our bruises to please their sadistic minds or are we just clueless.

We know only pain and violation. Happiness is a long forgotten emotion and we know nothing of hope, nor do we have the desire to change this, so in a way, we're just as demented as they are.