People i see every day when I manage to leave my hidyhole, my sanctuary I should say. I see no colours only grey as I rush head down in a blurry haze. I dare not tell you the reason I\'m this way, but I will have some vengeance soon the bastards will pay. Trust in people and this world they slowly ground away, never to return to me not forever and a day. Behind bars they may all now be but I known one day they will all be free, and their I\'ll be silently waiting for thee and they will be old and VULNERABLE just like ME, but the one big difference between me and thee is that I was YOUNG AND VULNERABLE AND THAT\'S FUCKING SICK YOU SEE .