"Arms Out, Palms Up"

Escaping my mouth to sing you to sleep

Praying for enough time before you wake up

So I can run from your hold on me

But with each step, the grip gets tighter

Pulling me back because you won't allow me to breathe without you

I am now your slave, wrists out  

I've lost myself and only know one way.....your way

With no identity, I am your puppet with a blank stare

No direction and no destination

I'm stuck, trapped

I want to lose control and break free

But I am your slave, wrists out

I'm sick of hearing your lies

Telling me that I cannot do better

That I won't achieve greater

I'm sick of feeling sorry for myself

And settling for anything less than what I deserve

But I have been your slave, wrists out

I know actions speak louder than words

But I am still silenced by fear

This constant loss of breath is what I'm used to

And I'm desperately feigning to have my airways back

To be able to use my voice again

But I'm still your slave, wrists out

The scars from your hands have marked what was once mine, My body

Your words have tormented what I once had, My mind

And your presence has overtaken what made me beautiful, My soul

They all belong to you now

And even though you are what I fear most

I will always be your slave, wrists out

Giving my wrists to her the first time has been my biggest mistake.

I am the slave. I am the master.