Scathing fashion

Taking on another year,
I hold out hands to have them bound.
Not again, you will elude me,
breaking all that I have built.

Trust my arms, they will not mark you,
only I will carry scars.

Seek all that I've long forgotten,
knowing I will have no more.
Test my eyes, blind me, surely
my blood-stained sight can do no harm.

Let me be, for just this once,
promising to never leave.

I do not feel you in my presence,
dare you say that you are there.
Reaching out to shove what blocks me,
a hand comes down and I soon fall.

A speechless noise fills the air
as I scream for a second chance.
Knocking at these walls that loathe, my
inner-self flees from its bricks.