Cruel Hands

Cruel hands grasp my neck
Squeezing when I do wrong
I try to free myself from them
They've been there far too long

I gasp for the stale air that surrounds me
Anything to relieve the pain
To get the hands to release
And allow the oxygen to flow the same

My breathing now is ragged
My heart beats without time
But the saddest part of my story
Is that the hands were always mine