No Matter how I Feel Down Here, It Is Awful, Because I am Here, In Hell. I Do not Get to Leave, I am Here for It, They Watch Me All the Time, Knowing I want to get out, And I want to leave to very Badly, I cannot Shit or Eat or Pray without Them Knowing, They won't let me talk to God on my Own, No communication with Outside Sources. So they Burn my Flesh, And it feels like the will do it again, Not because they have to, Not because they want to, Just because they will. Fingernails Torn, And Bones Snapped, Make him Look. Make him Watch. Make him see that Child he Was that Made Him a Man. So sour, Squealing and simpering, Tell Him to Grow Up. He needed to learn a thing or two about life, anyway. Better now, than later.