Hey, I almost forgot about you. The one that is there. 

I think there is no point in overthinking if you are there or not. Let's say you are.

I hope you're in a better situation than me. But if you are, don't forget that your problems are still important, even if you still have skin.

And eyes. I decided to take them out, since they are useless. I didn't know that would hurt so much, but I guess it doesn't matter. I tried to eat that blobby gelatin, just to taste something. It tasted nothing like I expected. It was disgusting, but I managed not to puke it.

I don't know if I will die of thirst or starvation. I'm not hungry though. Maybe I haven't been long enough in here for me to get hungry. Maybe I'm feeling too much pain to feel anything else. Maybe whoever put me here found a way to make me not die of such terrenal things.

Someone tell the laughing voices to stop. They are bothering me, I want to die in peace. But they won't listen to me, my sore throat can't scream any more.

My name is pain. Or maybe death. I wish I was death. But no, it started with an L. I think so at least.