bloody hands reach
grabbing for my neck
drowning, sinking
time for a pulse check
are my lungs still working?
is my life a dream?
I wish that I could tell
the difference between
my dreams and reality
I'm probably better off
not knowing what is real
i'm safe from you
in my own world
where I control what i feel
you will not pull me in
i have bought my freedom
in the scars that mar my skin