Help.

I am a rose between two thorns.
I am softness between a rock and a hard place.
I am as the old saying goes, fucked.
I try to move on but I'm always blocked.
My future looks prickly and hard.
There is no escape route because with me there's always a guard.
I am a sad soul that is on the bottom of a deep black hole.
From me my earthly freedom has been stole.
I am fresh meat stuck between two slices of stale bread.
I am a drowning sailor stuck between the deep ocean blue and it's sandy seabed.