The puppet with the broken strings

I am the shadow hiding behind the soul
The whispers in her head that make her fall
I am the blood escaping from her skin
The darkness in her heart, I hide within

I'm the one that got pulled by the strings
The one that makes her cry and things
I am the memory from that horrible fiend
The one she had called her friend

I am the burden she carries in her head
I am the voice she wishes was dead
Her misery and pain I continue to bring
I am the puppet with the broken strings

TM - LiquidSugar