Dark shadows lurk around just two steps behind me, I can't trust the knife I hold for it has been tainted before, pressed down until my breath has escaped, can't breathe in so I suffocate, choking on my tears I can't hold my own, I'm fighting a losing battle till I'm overcome.
Followed everywhere I go, pressured to be perfect for the one lying on top of me, I scream but no one can hear my desperate whispers.
Falling deeper into this hole I'll never come out from. It's my grave but shall I forever be afraid?