Stolen

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I once was a prize
Well, really I still am...
But I used to be loved
Wanted
I used to be something more than I am now
There were people
And they were all happy
Happy to see me
Happy to spend time with me
And I was happy to see them
I knew all their names
And I knew who they were

I spent the day with those I loved
And the night with myself
The sun greeted me like a friend
The moon treated me with respect
But I don't think they'll remember me anymore

It was weird
One second I'm reading a book
The next I'm in a cell
I was taken in an instant
Everything I had was stolen away
Ripped from my life
These people were horrible
They promised to feed me
They promised happiness
But those promises were never fulfilled

I used to spend my days with those I knew
And the night was spent trying to find myself
The sun knew my name
And the moon knew my heart
But I don't think I know them anymore

Now I'm hooked up to this machine
There's tubes and wires
Protruding from all over my skin
They tell me that this is good
Something they say can help
But what is it helping?
Why do I need help?

I used to know the difference
Between day and night
The sun was warm
And the moon was cold
But I can't remember anymore

They haven't stopped yet
The constant pricking of my skin
The eternal ticking of the clock
Never ending pain
Constant questions
Perpetual curiosity
And perpetual longing
Longing for something
Though I find it hard to remember exactly what

I used to live
In the day and night
But all they've left me with
Is darkness

Someone was shouting my name last night
I tried to give a response
I tried to tell them where I was
But I hadn't used my voice in so long
When a sound came out it was a raspy whisper
It sounded so foreign
So broken

I used to exist
But I don't even think I can manage that

They've found me
They broke into this prison
And they saved me
They started crying when they saw me
They kept telling me these things
About people who miss me
And how they missed me the most
Though...
I can't remember them...
And it makes me feel horrible

I'm starting to remember
There was something bright
And something dark

They're taking me away
Away from this machine
Away from my pain
Away from my suffering

I used to fear
But now there's a past calling to me
I can hear the distant memories
They want me to return

They hold me as if I'm some sort of treasure
They've carried me this whole way
All the way to a door
Which I have the choice to open
I don't know why
Why they would save me
Out of all people
They would try to save such an insignificant life
When others are going through much worse
Why me?

I was forced to live in darkness
Forced to live without light
But now I'm greeted by the sun in the morning
And I'm sent to sleep by the moon at night

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