Death Manipulation

The stroll down the hallway,
hands me a rope I can't control,
a climb towards friendship,
to my crucial life goal,
or a fall down the depths,
to the deep, blackened hole.
To see your face emerge from the shadows,
starts up my lifes engine, yet creating this smog,
to fill up my brain,
when I search through the fog,
the feelings all bunched up,
in this brutal mind clog.
Suffocated by your idiotic, un-thought series of word,
evading when the time is right, from everything I've heard
Felt impaled with confusion, driving it's dagger right through,
my bruised, refused body, thinking what the fuck did I do?
What you've been gifted with,
is nothing I can understand,
manipulating until death,
relentless in command,
I feel re-used and broken,
never meeting your demand
I am transfered by my own opinion,
blamed for every desicion I make,
choking on developed conflict,
all your kindness is fake,
the times I thought you really cared,
was just another lie for me to take
Suffocated by your idiotic, un-thought series of word,
evading when the time is right, from everything I've heard
Felt impaled with confusion, driving it's dagger right through,
my bruised, refused body, thinking what the fuck did I do?