By Soxpup
My eyes itch again. This is the worst part. Parts of my body itch, and there’s nothing I can do. It seems like there’s never anything I can do anymore. Not since I’ve been put away. I don’t know how long it’s been anymore. Weeks probably, months possibly, since I last saw light. Hours since I’ve been able to move. I hate it, and I love it at the same time.
It wasn’t always this way.