Backdrop

Blood runs down my arms as I try to find where I am in the jungle of this house.

I've felt my sanity slip away from me slowly; day by lonely day. The beatings are starting to feel good, my mind starting to believe their lies and cling to their hopes. I find the pain and darkness as a safe house from life.

Now I think these are my last thoughts in the sane world, and I fear no one can save me now. Not even myself.