people talk to me,they can see me,but it feels like im not even there. they all put on a fake smile and pretend to be kind.. I can never truly know who i can trust and who i cant. I often find my soul falling down through a pitch dark hole never returning. The souls of others just drift by not even noticing my pain. As the blood pours from these invisble scars i have while tears drip off my cheeks.
Will nobody notice this ghost?
Will anybody heal these wounds that bleed?
Will anybody wipe the tears from my eyes that i cryed?
With my body being controlled by a puppet master i am just the puppet. With the strings attached to me my body moves and performs for others while my soul collapses and cries. Tears flow into an ocean of hatred and regret and doubt. This puppet is scarred for life and feels like nobody will notice her. The souls of the supposed friends know not what this puppet feels for they only use it so they may feel like they are kind hearted souls. My soul still is detached from my body can you see this puppet?
Can you see its soul lingering in the distance?
The soul of the puppet that never had a body..
Because this whole time no single person truly cared for it
So it sits now in the glass case covered in red and tears..