Control
I feel like I'm losing control and maybe I'll slip for real one day and won't be able to get up like I've done all this time because something in me keeps breaking repeatedly and I repeatedly fix it but I can't see what it's really like under all the bandages I've put over the scars, is it even there at all? Has it gone? Has it shattered beyond control and the only time when I'll be brave enough to unwrap the bandages to see what has happened, it will break and I can't fix it?
Why can't everyone forget me? It'll be so much easier to go ...
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