She is but a marionette,
Controlled by her master.
She cannot act for herself, the marionette,
She cannot cry for help.
Her master has a facade,
No one can see through.
They do not see her fade,
As she disappears through worlds.
Her master will never halt,
As long as she lives,
She will be his marionette.
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Drowning
PoetryStruggling with disorders, can feel like your drowning. Like no one understands that you cant handle it sometimes. Not everyone can swim, not everyone can fight a mental disorder on their own. Everyone struggles. You are not alone in you're fight...
