Suffocating

I'm not well
as you can tell.
This is hell.
It's hell.
Awful, wretched, bloody hell.

You wish to fix me
twist me,
mold me,
shape me,
make me,
into your own.
How bold!
How droll.
How cold.

You try to make it right
but (to be honest)
it's quite
annoying
boring
I'm snoring.

I'm suffocating
drowning
trying
to figure it out.
What's this all about?
What's it all about?

Will no one save me?
Is there no bravery
left in the world?

.:~o*'Kaylyn'*o~:.