Cursed Strings

I imagine myself held by tangled strings.
Each string comes from something I can't let go of:
misery, regrets, anger, grudges, sadness, hopelessness.
Each one carries an untold story.
The more I feel attached to them,
the more they seem to fuse with my skin.
The longer they stay,
the closer they get to my heart,
wrapping tightly around it—
until it no longer feels like mine.