Puppet without Strings

"I'm trapped inside my thoughts.
Those darken corners are alive.
Sorrow lies awake.
Replaying that dreadful day.
Memorized by the pain.
Can someone please tell me.
How to feel a void in ones heart?
I guess you can't break,
what's already been broken.
I'm fragile as fine china,
ever since I was born.
One small trip
and I'm cracked.
Don't bother to
pick up the pieces.
Scattered across the floor.
I'll never go back to that
place I call home.
I mean no one really misses me.
They all just want their puppet back on the strings.
But,
I don't ever want to be
controlled ever again."
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