Ray cage

What’s the point in any of this

Everyday is the same every night the same

I see the same walls day and night

I wake up and immediately start work

I’m constantly going

Constantly producing

I’m a machine, a slave, a rat in a cage, I’m already dead

My home is a waiting room

A waiting room I’ll spend years waiting to die

There is no purpose to me or my days but to survive for the next day

I am a tool

Constantly being used

What ever was the purpose to being here

My whole life I’ve been in a cage and it will never change no matter what I do or how hard I try to escape it

Trying to avoid the reality of my situation by not feeling

Distract distract

Until I actually die

And when I do and this is all over will it really be worth it to have experienced?

How am I any different then livestock

Produce, survive, die, repeat