The pain, loneliness and sadness are wound in a tight ball in my throat. I don't want to be touched...my body is like a taut wire stretched to a breaking point. Agony. Sheer agony. I used to try and escape "me" but now I just sit and wait for death.
As a Marionette Doll, I do the bidding of others; it will be this way till I'm gone.