Control

January 15, 2014

When I can't subdue

screaming voice inside,

making me vomit in agony,

over and over and over,

the idea of help makes my inside burn.

It creates the need for that voice inside.

I am in control. I have the power over myself,

untill she calls out to me, yearning to escape.

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