Whisper loud [Original Poetry]

VI - Puppet Play

I tell myself I won't give in. I scream at myself not to give in. Using the knife I blame my wrist for myself always giving in.

I can't move on. I can't run away. I've tried so hard but never hard enough. I tread here, staying, while I should be running.

Your words are poison. Your lies are spears. Betrayal is so much worse when it's someone you used to hold dear. You drown me.

Faith is useless when I was around you. I can't move on while you hold the strings, making me dance like your puppet.

But he found me on the ground. Broken inside and out. You crushed me. But he's a doctor without even knowing it.

He cut your strings holding me down. He stitched me up and helped me off the ground. My wrists no longer scream.

He pulled you off my skin like a leach, sucking my blood and clinging onto my heart. You no longer live stuck onto me.

I will heal, given time. He will be by my side. So I say now to you and your thirst; leave before I sew you to strings and make you dance.

Don't go blaming me when ropes tangle around your neck.