The string

A string of disappointment, a pocket full of broken dreams, a theater of horror that bends and breaks one's wings. 
The string can bind together to make the rope around your neck, the empty pockets are enough to hang you. 
No strings, nor knots, all the frayed, all the fear, all the vulnerable who disappear.
Refuse to carry on killed by the stings of lies harmed by the gruesome facts, all aboard to the strung out, weary woeful damaged too. 
Did they string you along, did they sting and make you feel worse than ever. 
A sting of strong habits 
 that possess and postpone the line that strikes whips it up... illness and stress, strength is no lifeline when there are no correct answers to the test.