How long do I have to stay here,
this hateful place holding me down,
my only hope to cut the ropes that hold me to
this table, the table holding me down, holding me here keeping me from becoming what I have been put here to become,
why hold me down,
why keep me from doing what I was put here to do,
inch by inch i try to pull away but with each move my wrist's become more and more bloody,
this is not how I wished to die this painful death of hate,
with each scream my lungs become more and more sore, soon i will have no more breath to scream to the person who was once there.
holding me down to this table they call life......