~ Suicide Puppets ~
cut the strings, live your own life
We're all wrapped up in our own little lies.
Scissors are trying to cut through each disguise.
We don't even know what way we should go.
Clawing at the ground desperate to get below.
Pen on the paper bleeds out, 'It's to late'.
Each pain is greater, each is coated with hate.
And the strings are pulling the puppets along...
if you survive this... you might be as strong.
So hurry and bury up all of your smiles.
Hope is left rotting in a forgotten pile.
It's better this way, that's what they all say.
You can give up now, we'll agree it's okay.
Pen on the paper bleeds, 'I'm all alone,'
staring at the computer screen in your home.
The strings are winding you up so tight...
you want to resist... but it feels like their right.
You're holding a blade while looking at a gun.
Don't like your options but your unable to run.
They said its okay, they said it would help.
The strings are controlling you, its not yourself.
Pen on the paper bleeds, 'Please forgive me,
this is the only way I know that I can be free.'
Just one little cut on your shaking wrists...
just a little squeeze... and the trigger clicks.
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by SheaRyhai © 2010
© Copyright 2016 Shea Ryhai. All rights reserved.
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