Torn Life

I have a little hope, that's hanging by a

thread, I am physically living, but my

emotions are dead. I am used to getting

punished, for all of your lies, my only

knowlege of emotion, is to sit down and cry.

If I break a rule, you dig into my skin, I

try to be good, but I get in trouble for

invisible sin. I can never seem to please

you, no matter how hard I try, it wouldn't

even matter to you, if I gave my life.

Through life I still keep forging on, but

with the way you burden me, I won't be

emotionally living for long.