I hate how I need you to breathe

Flew too high now I can’t think

Losing sleep

Trying to figure out some things

Set me free but please don’t leave

You’ve got strings wrapped around my mind

You own my life it isn’t mine

The only way to escape is writing lines

But even my lines have you inside

Feels like I’m dead but I’m alive

Control my life and don’t think twice

You can stay i...

_My body is weary, but my mind is more so. Should I grant my mind to a paid worker, so that they might fix it? Or should I stay in my home, wondering if the insanity will ever end?_

_—A Tree Comprised of Holloways_

[***]

The pie, made by the man, is buttery soft. When the dough melts in my mouth and the apple filling fills my mouth, my sleepy eyes close in ...

My life is not my own. The world around me is muddled; it feels as though I am constantly underwater. The man causes this—I know. He slips things into my drinks, shoves the bottles down throat. I should’ve ran when I had the chance.

But love truly does blind us.

“—JOAN!” My eyes shoot open, but my body stays still beneath the covers. My limbs feel like lead, heavy and numb. The man is above me; ...

Ive got a million different personalities

So go on take your pick

Am I bubbly and girly?

Or a sad emo chick?

Am I blonde or brunette?

Are my eyes brown or blue?

I'm not bella poarch

The choice is up to you

I can be introverted if thats you like

Or maybe a social butterfly

I can be anything anything at all

So go on dont be shy

I am a puppet

You pull the strings

Dress me up

Do as you please

JU...

Strings.

Holding my smile up.

Keeping my laughter.

Making me seem fine.

Ha.

I haven’t been fine in a long time.

I smile.

I bet I seem happy.

Healthy.

But… nah.

If those strings broke…

Ha.

My sanity breaks.

Everything keeping me sane gone.

I’d probably just break completely.

Oh.

You have a question?

Who holds these strings.

Hmm.

I wish I knew.

Is it my family?

Is it my fri- no not friends.

I wou...

I’ve got a million different personalities

So go on just take your pick

Am I bubbly and girly

Or a sad emo chick

Just promise me you will be my best friend

Am I blonde or brunette?

Are my eyes green or blue?

I’m not Bella Poarch

The choice is up to you

Just promise me you will love me

I can be introverted if that’s what you want

Or maybe a social butterfly

I can be anything, anything ...

Out there, you control me.

Tug on these strings…

Yeah, make them all see.

Drag me across the stage.

Laugh when they’re around.

Scream and yell when they’re not.

Pull these strings over and over.

It’s really the only leverage you’ve got.

Sever a string or two.

Make me beg, you like that.

Get mad because I’m blue.

Staple my smile on tight.

Are you ready?

Here we go again!

Drag me out, show me of...

What am I doing?

I can feel a storm brewing

Why is it so hard to be alive?

Why do I want to cut with a knife?

Why can’t I reach out?

She fills me with doubt.

Why can’t I vent?

She makes me only talk about the present.

I want them to know my past

They won’t care if you don’t tell it fast

But there’s so much to tell!

No need to yell.

It hurts. I say that a lot.

It’s a reoccurring thought

But I can...

TW: Very Christian. No fire and brimstone tho. I promise. ✝️ - Prompt-esque

Won’t You stay

my hand again today?

Wrap me in Your strings,

bind my hands unto Your palms.

Shape my mouth to

sing Your Psalms.

I can’t live within the Way,

I can’t say the things You say.

Wouldn’t You tether my heart

to Your own?

Wouldn’t You connect me,

not of flesh or of bone?

I can’t live with all this pain.

...

I am but a marionette

floating and dangling

Perhaps I’m the ghost of Antoinnette

Limping hands strangling

I dance to a majorette

Strings of wire entangling

I am but a marionette....