Trapped

Trapped in a box chained up like an animal begging to be set free,
Broken and bleeding, is this all there is for me?

Loneliness constantly fills my soul,
I walk around like the person that will never be whole.

Caught somewhere between life and death,
Do I continue to fight on I do I draw my last breath?

Chaos and destruction follow me everywhere I go.
Fighting against this is all I've come to know.

This box and chains have become all there is for me,
I'm not even sure I even want to be set free.

As I see my blood begin pooling all around,
I realize it would be easier to lie in my blood on the ground.

Life or death which do I choose,
No matter what the choice someone will lose.

This pain I feel never seems to end,
Everyday death seems to become my closest friend.

Do I give in to the pain and end my life?
Or do I keep fighting a battle where I feel constant heartache and strife.

This pain inside is almost too much for me,
Even more heartbreaking is the fact that my friends can't see.