what is freedom, one may think or wonder...I too do it somettimes, but it's no use because I can just see four walls around me...it's suffocating, will be an understatement...iam living in this hellhole, for approximately 3 years and believe me, I tried to escape and once I almost gotten myself out of their sight...but... sometimes, somethings maybe, written on fate? whatever, but I was forcefully brought back and now, iam laying on a sofa and playing with some pencil laying around...

freedom in this hell earth and it's shitty law is the RIGHT to do something....for something as small and obvious, they call it q right. but whats the use? many people die, many people are still abused(physically, domestically, mentally), many are still crying in jails for no big faults of them....but why??

iam always locked behind this shitty four walls...I, from a small window present, can see the world outside this terrible room...I instinctively cry..it's hard to hold on sometimes...you are accused for something you didn't actually did, but because of human LAWS, as they follow, you are inhumanly punished and tortured...yes, iam a prisoner. but I didn't actually committed any crimes...the police of this world(shitty) can bring no justice,as the one and only almighty do...he is the creator of this world and you..

but whats the use??iam still a criminal, weather I did something or not...

freedom is, in this world and today, is something many craves badly for...I mean why? why people have to crave for their RIGHTS and have to submit to some fucking demon human?! it makes zero sense here!!

they just give me some shitty bread and chapati in every morning and go...but I don't want to eat and submit to them...I don't want to always do this...I want to go out and feel the peace, the air and sunshine on my face, as my imperfect hairs fly, and me running on a soft and gentle grass...but this is all nonsense, isn't?

but afterall, iam still immature and small as they say...I don't have any memories to recall about my familys and friends, because atlast, they left me and never tried to prove me innocent...that's more suffocating...these four walls, oh god?! how can someone stay here, for years and survive!?..

humans are fake, so as their rights and laws. they can't help anyone but rich people...I feel my legs numb, soy body and it daily pains, because of lack of physical activity..these bastards, they are strange. they don't even give me a work to do..just food and toilet...I mean what kind of life is this??

I sometimes see the birds, sitting on the wires...their life is soo beautiful,yet terrifying at the same time...I mean, they have to fear the humans as their existence is also going extinct....but atleast they have wings to fly...but now, in my situation, iam helpless....I don't have any wings and now not even legs...

but I have decided something, which is better once and for all....I got up, and saw the plain wall...yes, iam using that because in this fucking room, there is no fans too and only a very small single window, a small mattress and some clothes laying around..but I can use that wall...it's great..yes, I can do it..and with that thought, I hitted myself against the wall multiple times, until I could see some blood and everything blurry and spinning like...I fall down and saw the ceiling...my breathing is going, as I smile to finally attain the peace, when I heard some people coming inside...shit! maybe I don't deserve to get peace nowhere?

atlast, I realised, with great agony my tears were rolling down my face and felt some one taking me down for treatment or something...funny, isn't?
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