Pull The strings

I feel the coldness, in my veins.
so please pull the strings,
Im in between hate and being committed,
Is it sad I actually admitted,
That I'm sick
... and I'm scared,
And I felt like I never truly cared.
about what's around me
lost in my own structure
I built these walls of anger,
lies and everything else I despise,
Now I'm there, in my own little glass house
With all my fractured pieces and,
my prescription angel to announce
the death of me, on the day I chased my
dreams I lost my breath...
That's it...I Have nothing left.