Control
And I sat on the shower floor while my bones ached
I begged for the room to stop spinning for just one second
I begged to a God I don't believe in to take my life right then
My heart ached
I needed for everything to just stop
I needed to just not be me at that moment
Everything was hurting
Everything was just too painful and I couldn't control any of it
I needed just wanted to be able to control something.
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