I lay down in the back of my stall curing up as much as i can just trying to forget the pain, the hungier and torture of waking up every moring knowing no one is comming to feed us, to bath us or give us at lest a little bit of attention just to give us a bit of hope that life is not always like this. I wake up knowing that im still living for another day but my mother, father, sisters, brothers or friends will not be waking up. I look at myself knowing that i could be running and being happy and not being hungry that i can see my bones, or being covered in dirt and not being able to forget what fresh air is because i havent be outside in days, weeks or even months. How we feel is the inside thought of these animals that go through this outragous act. Abuse and negelect has to stop. I'm only 14 and i understand that what we people are doing is wrong. Because in the end do we really know how they feel. This book will start after i finish my other book