Marionette Cry
Cries, weeps, tears, and more.. How long do I keep suffering? Everyday I wake up blessed to receive another day life. Face new goals and challenges presented upon me.
As time passes, I grow weary and upset. Not from me being startled by anything but a clean slate of depression. I know not why I am sad. When I look back at my life I cry. A little girls cry.
I’ve been in my mind so much I do not what was is wrong from right. I’ve been drowning in tar of dark hope and despair. A bird you may say. How foolish am I to make such choices?
All in the end, I can hope for my special soul to hear my marionette cry. I’m tired of feeling controlled. I want my own breathe of life.
Please hear my cry.
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