Puppet

I will rip my bleeding heart out of my chest

To show him its real and he's broken it from its best.

I'm a real human being

Not a puppet, I have a beating heart for living and eyes for seeing.

He's been the puppet master for too long,

Pulling my strings, treating me wrong.

He's been having fun controlling me,

Locking me up and throwing away the key.

He's enjoyed keeping me in this sick game

In his sick mind.

Suffering with his lies and shame

Feeling pain

Slowly becoming insane.

I tried to cut the strings, I failed.

I was stuck on his deserted mind, while the freedom ship sailed.

I thought I wanted to escape when really I wanted to remain.

My kind heart still had love for him.

Which wasn't right so I must have been insane.

So I stayed and got older.

And he became colder.

Soon I wasn't fun to play with anymore.

And he found a new puppet.

It felt as if my heart, had been torn.

I felt so neglected, so unimportant, so useless

I can't believe I was involved in this mess.

He left me bleeding on the floor.

Left my body beaten and sore.

He went off to play with his new doll.

I was just stuck from that fall.

So now I live with a little piece of me dead.

Living every waking hour crying over tears I've shed.

Next time, I'll be quick enough to say "I'm not your puppet doll!"

Protect myself, never again will I fall.