I raise my hand high above my head.
I can see the golden key hanging from the silver chain, just out of reach.
The key that would set me free.
The key that would unlock the chains keeping me here.
Soon, I would be free.
Free from the torture, free from all of my suffering and misery.
I reach farther, so close.
I can almost touch it, almost.
The chains around my ankles, wrists, and neck keep me from reaching any farther.
So close, so very close.
If only I could reach a little higher, if only.
My arms won't reach any farther.
I can't reach it.
I can't, I can't reach it.
Once again, my attempts in setting myself free are futile.
I simply can't reach the beautiful golden key that would set me free.
I simply can't, and I hate that.
But that's reality.