"A soul tormented, a heart confined,
By chains of pain, forged by one's own bind.
How long must I endure, how long must I bear,
The weight of their words, the sting of their glare?
A guiding light turned toxic and cold,
Leaves scars that never fade, wounds that never fold.
I search for strength, but it's hard to find,
When the one who should uplift me, instead inflicts the grind.
How many tears must fall, how many nights,
Must I spend awake, with haunted sights?
How many words must be twisted and turned,
Before I break, and my soul is burned?
They say surrendering is for the weak,
But what of those who've fought, yet still seek,
Escape from agony, from endless pain,
From a life that's lost its meaning, its refrain?