Cold

I used to live snow. As bitter and cold as it could be, I loved it. It gave me warmth to my heart.

I live in a world of darkness where I can no longer feel the warmth of the snow. I feel sad, disappointed and ignored.

I'm getting hungrier and hungrier by the day. Doors and windows have been locked. I have no method of going outside. It wasn't me who did this. It was somebody else. It was them.

I could feel the eyes watching my every move as if I'm a criminal out of hand. They won't come closer to me believing that I might hurt them. But I'm harmless.

It was that day, which I cannot remember, that the doors and windows became locked. I tried countless times, countless methods to open them, but had no luck.

They should pity me more. Why would they lock a person like me in their cages? No one is with me and I feel lonely. Everybody abandoned me.

I'm sure. I'm sure of it. I will and I must. I must get revenge...