Abandoned

No day goes by without the constant scratching on the walls.

Scritch.

Scritch.

Scratch.

I know most don’t enjoy it...but it’s all I have.

Keeps me from going insane you know.

It’s quite funny actually.

I find myself scratching on the wall as well.

Especially on the nights they come back.

I try to drive them away, but all they do is laugh.

Laugh.

Laugh!

Like my life is some joke to them.

I never wanted to be born!

No one does.

Yet...they keep picking on me.

Me.

I just want to live.

I just wanna live!

Why don’t they just let me live?!!!

Please!!

Make them go away!

Make them go away...