Um..ouch.

Alone and empty,

you're never in control.

It rips you apart;

keeps you absent.

Speed makes no difference,

you're losing a ongoing battle.

Constantly you're beaten,

battered, attacked.

In the eyes of your surroundings,

it's shameful.

You're kept from one thing then another,

soon you're all you've got.

Then you lose yourself.

It's all over.

But you've still got to fight.

You've lost,

but you remain tortured in the battle.

Loneliness,

hatred,

fear.