They surround me. They play with my emotions like I'm a puppet. But I go back to them when I can't take the pain from reality. I bow down and beg for them to take it away. They tell me that they will. But they need my heart and soul. I say "If that makes this pain go away." Turns out it didnt help. And now I am forced to go back to them.. I am forced to go back to that place. The place.. The place we call our thoughts.