Puppet Strings and Paper Wings

Envisioning an escape;
A simple way to leave
This body and soul I have found myself bound to
Puppet strings and paper wings,
She will dance as she takes flight;
And I have no choice but to mirror her every command
For free will has fled - It's embedded in my mind,
But even as I struggle to bring life to my thoughts,
They flow solemnly through my consciousness,
Yet do not listen;

I look through her glass eyes
And see a tattered family
Who's words and hearts are harsh alike
Never to be lifted
They curse and bellow her name in vain
Telling her stories of better days
When she was yet to live

So I take a stand
Despite her demands
And grasp a bottle of pills

The razor cries as I cut her thighs
Upon the bathroom floor
And the pills wallow as she begins to swallow
Then a dozen at a time

And as she breathes and says her prayers,
I plead and plead for her to die

Her breaths shallow
And i feel a hollow yet satisfying emptiness inside
As the puppet strings snap and the paper wings crack,
I find myself kneeling by her side

Patting her gently as she fades,
I tell her there is no more
I give her a message to God from me
Telling him of my shame

Her family runs in and lets out a cry
For their beloved daughter is dead
And as they try to convince themselves
That it is all in their heads

I lean back and smile,
Relaxing for a while
For I am free

Even though I lost myself along the way...