My life as a slave

I am always afraid,
Always looking over my shoulder.
My master hates me.
Tormenting me at his whim,
I always wonder
Who he will hurt next.
I hope it’s not me.
I’m so sick of it being me.
I try to escape, try to hide.
He always knows how to find.
I  always dream of freedom.
Freedom is elusive to me.
Or perhaps an illusion. At every turn, it evades.
I have no hope.
My master imprisons me.
He steals from me at every turn.
He would have destitute
Alone, shackled to a nightmare.
He robs me of life, he leaves me regret.
My master is a sin, and my master hates me.
I hate him, almost as much as I hate myself.
But payment is being made.
Another master beckons me.
I am free to follow,
Free to obey, free to be his slave.
Free to leave one master
And be shackled by another.
A true freedom I have pure illusion.
There is no escape.
I will always have a master.
The tears came out of my eyes once again.
He has paid for me now.
I have been purchased.
That means it's time for me to get working.
Stuff those days were not easy.
All I could feel is the pain that was burning in my soli
I would think of
My family
If they were
Alive or if they were in dead
Laying heavenly in heaven.
Every time I got depressed hearing all those questions that are causing me stress
Making me want to be dead. There is no time to breathe no time to play.
If I do I will feel the cold metal and belt go straight through my back. I feel like I don't want to be alive. What's the point of being alive if you're not going to have an enjoyable life.