I wanna carve your name
Into my wrist
And have you sew me back together
So you can see how much
You've hurt me

I was your puppet, and you my puppeteer
I knew no other comfort than the one that was here
You pulled my strings this way and that
You brushed my hair underneath my hat

I sang when you said
I danced at your cue
I even balanced on your head
I would do anything for you

But now you are gone
You have cut my strings
You left me timid as a fawn
But at least I had your rings

As I grew, I became more brave
There was one thing I had come to crave
I was glad I still had your rings
So that I could buy myself a set of strings

I may have started out the runt
But now I'm the leader of the hunt
Yes those are howls you hear
For you are my puppet, and I your puppeteer

I understand the cutter.
Loving you is
My self-harm.

You were everything, anything, and something all wrapped into one. Yet no matter how many times you told me, I was still nothing.

You broke my heart into a million pieces. Yet, I was apologizing about the mess that was made.