Are you still with me? 

Please don't leave me. Stay with me until I die. You are the only one I have right now.

If you exist, if you truly are reading this, please find me. Please. I don't know much, but I know I want at least what's left of my magled body to be retrieved. I don't have a religion, just bury me in an unmarked hole. But don't let me rot in this place. 

The pain doesn't get more bearable. But the bugs don't go deeper than a few centimeters on my skin. I think they won't grant me an easy death. If you find me, and I'm still alive, don't even try to help me. Just kill me. After such suffering, I'm not even longing for life without pain. I just want death.

Also, if you get here. Find the laughing voice. It is multiplying. Where there was once one, now two people are laughing. Maybe it's the crying voice. Maybe it's so happy because it has finally been killed. Maybe I am the crying voice now. 

Just checked. I do am crying.

Maybe someone else is hearing me cry and the voices laugh, and soon will start crying. I hope not. No one deserves such pain.

Am I still Lye?