One After Another

Living a lie
and wanting to die
Hating to love
but guided by those above
To watch over and wait
I'm pressured by their bliss
Day after day
I'm constently pissed
About what people think
About what people say
Word after word
Saying it anyway
Getting in my head
Messing with my thoughts
Memory after memory
I feel traped in this box
The one I call home
To leave I can not
Hour after hour
I constantly rot
Waiting for this knife,
to take me away
Tick after tock
I'm kneeling to pray
To God, to free me
To God, to help
Life after life
Disapointed was how I felt.
-Zach