I feel as though I am encased
The horrible subject I have faced
I do not like it and never will
I feel like a fish, but without a gill
Quietly choking and slowly dying
All I'm doing right now is trying
I feel my only friend is myself
Being used like a shelf
And being yelled at enough
All of this may seem a bluff
But it's not
And never will be
The pain inside is going to kill me
It hurts like a fucker
But it doesn't matter
