Pressure

I take in, I take in, 

There is no air, I cannot vent,

All the hours spent, now I can just care less,

You take, you take, and take,

When will you give back?

I no longer feel a thing, I am waste

I take in, I take in,
And my pressured hands are numb, control,
I cannot control, and they do things,
things unspeakable, and I cannot say no, pressure,
because maybe I deserve, and pressure -if they don't give,
Pressure -I must take, maybe just a little, but I need to take

You take, you take, and take,

When will you give back?

I no longer feel a thing, I am waste

I take in, I take in,

They chew me, and I am weak, 

And my mind is not right, I am not right,

I need to take a little more, just to balance,

some of today's wreckage, the damage

You take, you take, and take,

When will you give back?

I no longer feel a thing, I am waste

After all that you have taken,

After all the time I have begged,

To be balance, for each take,

To be given, and now I have taken,

And I have to plead, because my take 

did not go unnoticed, 

I am in the dark, waiting for words

For anything, so that I can sleep sound,

But I deserve to take,
At least, I think