by Mimi   Oct 10, 2020

She pleaded for control
And began to paint
The crimson tears
Were the only way
She knew how
To calm her
Frenzied mind
So deeper and
She went
Yearning for control
Over something
Blood pooling
Around her
And her tortured mind
Was finally put at ease
She wanted control
But instead
The need for pain
Controlled her
And her spirit
Withered away


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  • 1 week ago

    by Skyfire

    So much pain I can feel in this one. It's an impossible choice to try and make. Sending love.