A door appeared in my room today.
They were leaving my room, right after they hurt me, and for the first time in my life I could see how they left.
There was a door that they walked out of. It's locked, I tried the handle.
But there's a door. That's how I'm going to get out of here. And I feel like you're real; I feel like you've been working to get me out. I feel like you made the door appear somehow.
Am I crazy to think that?
And am I crazy to think that one day you'll help me get away from them? That one day we'll meet for real?
Maybe it could happen.
But how can I get out?
Can you help me? Are you helping me?
I know you're real.