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Hellbound
Left alone without a fight
Wondering if this is really life
A million pounds holding me down
My chest caving in
Ankles bound
Eyes are weary
Silence is sound
No one here
Just me and the ground
Left alone after being mistreated
failing to get up
feeling defeated
Closing my eyes I try to find a place
A place with no doors or windows
A place without the human race
Grabbing my hair I scream really loud
Shaking and throwing my hands to the ground
Left alone without a fight
Wondering if this is really life
Intense, fed by a rapidly
Intense, fed by a rapidly developing, fast-flowing pace. The only line that disrupts this at all is "a place with no doors or windows". That may be because you set in motion a second rhyming pattern and so my mind was expecting it to continue. Otherwise, the struggle was poured out in an overwhelming fashion, just how it appears you felt it.
Though I wish you didn't experience what led to this write, you transformed it into something that others can relate to. Lemonade, at the least.