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I’m a prisoner of my mind
With these ropes I will bind
My soul to an anchor
So no one will break her

Hush,

You can’t see the red hands of blame
For causing myself pain,
You can’t hear the lies I've told
And the tears that slip through the folds
You can’t feel my soul cry
I barely even know how to get by
Can you at least try to care,
Even pretend to be aware?

I am my own nemesis,
But I just can’t get out of this
Ropes made of steel,
I see the blood, but the pain I can’t feel
My lips are chapped and bleeding,
My throat raspy from all this pleading
Blades across my tender flesh
Forever I will be only second best

Don’t you dare leave me alone,
My words slip out as painful moan
But don’t come closer, I’ll only break you
Darling, don’t act like it isn’t true
But maybe fifth time’s a charm…
You’d be the only lover to come out unharmed

I break everything I touch
Using you only as a mental crutch
But this weight is far too much for even two to bear
If you can even fathom to dare
Then slip out silently
No need to act violently
You wouldn't be the first,
Nor the worst
Not my last,
And never
Ever
My past

I can’t be trusted
With chains so old they are rusted
I could break free
But oh, I beg you to see…

I am a prisoner of my own mind
By my own hand,
These ropes
I
Bind.