Holding me down!

I feel like I am walking towards my death.
Like death is leading me by the hand.
Never wanting me to go free.
Always holding me down.
I wonder what will happen to me?
Will I be happy or will I be sad.
With the choices others make for me?
I don't want death to take me to hell.
I try to speak out, but they speak over me.
They all watch me as in distrust.
Making me do things that I wish not to do.
Still you hold me down.
I try to fight back.
But I don't have a choice.
Death will hold me down.
FOREVER!