Damaged String


The line grows weak today,
Only holding on by a thread,
This is the string of life and death,
Any disruptions and the string could fail,
The string gets pulled,
The string gets damaged,
But the string heals,
Like a broken heart it gets repaired,
In time the string grows weaker and weaker yet,
Till its hanging by a single thread,
The classic story of life and death,
But this time the hero dies in the end,
The string knows that we all have enemies,
That desire to tug on the thread,
That wish to help us along and pull the string,
Ending our lives a bit faster,
Sometimes they leave us hanging by a thread,
Then we heal and get fixed up again,
Fighting again between life and death,
Sometimes the string just grows weary,
Tired of holding on,
Just like you when you’ve given up,
As you both watch you’re other half fall,
Sometimes it’s by mistake,
And the string forgets what its doing is, forgets its job,
Sometimes its job gets too hard,
When it sees something more interesting,
It wants to chase after it,
And when it reaches out and lets go,
It takes you with it,
And you let go too,
Maybe it wasn’t you that was suppose to leave,
But you took someone else’s place,
Your string wanted to save another,
Or wanted to save it’s self,
All you know is that your life was hanging on by a thread,
And your string decided to take you along for the ride,
Maybe it wasn’t your decision at all,
But someone else’s, to cut you loose,
To cut your thread,
All you know is that everyday,
You wake up to your string,
Hanging beside your bed,
Its damaged and hanging on by a thread,
But you don’t pull your string,
Nor do you ask someone else to pull it for you,
You leave it hanging there,
Just hanging there,
Until it gets damaged again.