I'm controlled as easily as holding onto strings
I'm surrounded by puppeteers
Whose voices still ring
I cut off my strings with one a long time ago
Yet their hand still is able to manipulate me as I go
Little by little,
And lift by lift,
I'm losing my sanity
And you assist it
YOU ARE READING
3 am Thoughts.
RandomOnly read if you want to. I swear I'm not this crazy all the time. Just a few times a week.
