Am I

I ask myself everyday why I must pay for sins I did not commit.
And yet every day The pain makes me submit.
What did I do to deserve this unrelinquishing torment?
Why must I suffer? For their enjoyment?
I am pushed and pushed until I start to pull,
I am stampeded across by the raging bull.
The gods see my soul fit to destroy.
What a useless f*cking ploy.
I feel the strings that stay my mind begin to snap.
One at a time strap by strap.
I see that no one ever dares,
To waste on me their cares.
I see that no love comes my way.
As I suffer day by day.
I watch as love floats all around the place,
Except to my little shattered space.
I hear the echoes of the innumerous lies,
As I try to cease my sobbing cries.
As my tears begin to make me blind,
There is no soul for me to find.
They all say love but it's a joke
So pass me another smoke.
I feel so very, very empty now
So I shall take my final bow.
Peace at last, peace at last,
Coming from a powder blast.