Control

Someone stop me.
There I go again.
The pit in my stomach is slowly becoming a hole – Bottomless.
Where I store my fear, my pain, my hate;
Where my self-loathing nothingness resides right next to my faithlessness.
 
F*cking fear.
F*cking anxiety.
F*ck panic.
F*ck my brain.
 
Selfish and deceitful; it has its own way while I think I’m running this show.
I have no control.
It seems I never really did.
Why am I the one who has to be trapped with this brain scarred by who knows what?
 
It is my lot in life.
My tortured soul will never let go.
 
©Kelsi M. Meireis

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