The door that door it sits so blankly on its creaking hinges. the oe thing that keep me alone . Yet my body and soul wanted out of this cage the one i had put my self in . Now i wanted out .My arm the bloodied one stung , the gash stares at me with its knowing look it told me i was next . The next in this cycleThe door finally creaks open ,i see the person she satnds in the door way and i cant help but stare because this person was me .