User blog:Youinspiremyinnerserialkiller/Story Idea! Need opinions.

'''I've recently taken up an old hobby of mine (writing), and I just want your opinions on this piece so far. I have written further, but I don't want to show too much.'''

It's dark. It's all I can see. Dark. I don't know how long it's been. I only know the screams of my fellow captives. I don't remember why I'm here, or who these people are. They open the doors sometimes. Lead us out into the blinding light. But not me. I choose to linger behind. They don't bother me. Not any more. I don't remember why. I only remember two things. The first, a haunting melody that plays on repeat in my head. It brings me comfort somehow. I don't really know how to explain it. It's a piano tune mostly, well, maybe about three tunes layered one over the other. At least, that's how many I've managed to pick out. Sometimes it's just one, and then more join it. It's familiar. The second thing is a phrase: "Because we are the broken, the lost, the gone. And this is our generation." If I shout it loud enough, the screaming stops. But only for an instant. Sometimes I feel like just giving up. There's plenty of things in my cell I could end my life with. The people that brought us here don't try with me any more. I imagine my resolve must've been better in my younger years. It's strange how much can change.

Any thoughts?