My dream

Breathe too deeply,
i can't breathe out,
neck too tightened,
i fail to shout.
Eyes fixed upon the wall,
arms to weak to help me crawl.
As i lay silent,
upon the floor,
i wait for someone,
to open the door,
and see the knife,
stained with red,
but i won't see them,
i will be dead.
This time i can imagine,
a place thats made for me,
where i can live alone,
in peace and harmony.
where i will be forgiven,
for all the mistakes I've made,
and i won't be imprisoned,
in fear,or be afraid.
And if i cut
I'll bleed,
knowing that i don't care,
because i was never here,
and you were never there