i was alive
i was in control
the blood forcing its way out
of the chasms
i'd carved out on my arms
were an unfriendly reminder
that i was alive
i knew that you had not killed me
not yet
i was alive
I
was
in
control.
[H.R. #6 - 7. 3. 18] "we wear our emotions like intricately decorated chains strung around our throats and th... More
i was alive
i was in control
the blood forcing its way out
of the chasms
i'd carved out on my arms
were an unfriendly reminder
that i was alive
i knew that you had not killed me
not yet
i was alive
I
was
in
control.