Hey, are you taking care? I don't know why, but I feel bad thinking you may be having trouble or feeling bad.

I decided to write poetry, to keep the mind active. I'm going to let you read it:

I'm alone in here.
Here is somewhere
Atmosphere
Take me out, death
Everything is pain
My skin isn't there
You are there
Why am I here?
Remembering nothing
I think my name started with an L
Take me out, please, Lord of Death
Ever will it stop my pain?
Remember, my name started with an "L"

The voices laughed as I recited it out loud. I don't know if they just didn't stop or are laughing at me. The rythm and rhyme is really bad, maybe they are laughing at that. Or at my broken voice, which only works sometimes. Screaming so much must have hurt my vocal cords severely. 

I don't have eyes, I don't have voice, I don't have skin. What will go next?

I don't have soul.