Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

regret (Remove filter)

Cutting the Strings

What I am is wrong,
This is not me,
The entire sum of my life has led me to this fact,
I cannot be who I was, nor who I am,
Not even who I am trying to be,

The end is but a heartbeat away,
And there it will begin,
Life lived as a puppet,
Is life ruled by the puppeteer,

Cut the strings,

To fall to the ground by your own hand,
And then rise of your own accord,
Is what I long for,

...

Read and leave comments (1)

Freedomlossregretfear

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message