I want to have some control, just something, one thing, please. Please.
But everything’s moving and I can’t stop it.
I can’t stop the eyes. I can’t stop the voices.
Can I even stop myself?
Clawing at my skin for some urgent sense of control,
or have I even lost control of myself,
as the blood looks like dew upon skin
in the search for something I can hold.
May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 7:18 AM UTC
I want to have some control, just something, one thing, please. Please.
But everything’s moving and I can’t stop it.
I can’t stop the eyes. I can’t stop the voices.
Can I even stop myself?
Clawing at my skin for some urgent sense of control,
or have I even lost control of myself,
as the blood looks like dew upon skin
in the search for something I can hold.
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