I think everyone is born
with little strings attached to
their heart.
and when they get called a
name, there goes a string.
snip, snip
when they love one who
loves another, there goes
another string.
snip, snip
or when they hate the
very bones of their being,
there goes another string.
snip, snip
at one point, you're left with no
strings; and your only option left is
to hang yourself by the very strings
that held you up.
(Julie Martinez)
