Marionette

Food

Razors

Enemies

Seducing me

With false promises

We’re all you’ve got, they say

What would you do without us?

Conspiring with my depression

Keeping me bloodied and malnourished

Laughing at me when I tell them to leave

We’re not going anywhere, they proclaim

Manipulating my puppet strings

Eliminating my free will

Setting me up for failure

Unhealthy coping skills

They are not my friends

I’m tired of this

So guess what?

I am

Done