guess what this poem is?

yes its me here in the flesh standing here up tall

on the thin ice of what is life just a brick in the wall

the happyest days of are lifes are over now it is part 2

saying goodbye to my mother and goodbye blue sky to you

inside my head are empty spaces inside my mind i trust

a child that has been with witheld a chiled with young lust

its one of my turns in the game of life and in the end i bow

im screaming at the top of my lungs please dont leave me now

now its it over and i thank god now it is part 3

goodbye cruel world is next and now i am finaly free

i hear them scream hey you from across the hall

i ask is there is anybody out there anyone at all

i look and see nobodys home what a shame 

i said vera lynn but no one knows that name

i just want to bring the boys back home but what can i even do

confortably numb the show must go on at least theres no part 2

hey its me in the flesh? i hope that you can tell

yes its me here in the flesh you better run like hell

i am here waiting for the worms for the worms to eat

they can tell me to stop but i will not see defeat

now i am here sitting in the hall waiting for the trial

now im am outside the wall havent been here in a while