The stroll down the hallway,nhands me a rope I can't control,na climb towards friendship,nto my crucial life goal,nor a fall down the depths,nto the deep, blackened hole.nnTo see your face emerge from the shadows,nstarts up my lifes engine, yet creating this smog,nto fill up my brain,nwhen I search through the fog,nthe feelings all bunched up,nin this brutal mind clog.nnSuffocated by your idiotic, un-thought series of word,nevading when the time is right, from everything I've heardnFelt impaled with confusion, driving it's dagger right through,nmy bruised, refused body, thinking what the fuck did I do?nnWhat you've been gifted with,nis nothing I can understand,nmanipulating until death,nrelentless in command,nI feel re-used and broken,nnever meeting your demandnnI am transfered by my own opinion,nblamed for every desicion I make,nchoking on developed conflict,nall your kindness is fake,nthe times I thought you really cared,nwas just another lie for me to takennSuffocated by your idiotic, un-thought series of word,nevading when the time is right, from everything I've heardnFelt impaled with confusion, driving it's dagger right through,nmy bruised, refused body, thinking what the fuck did I do?