"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?