Control

Please dear Sir, get away from me.
You don't seem to care, so let me be.
He asked if something was wrong.
I realize it has been that way for too long.
Walk forward pacing. Breathing.
My heart full of confidence. Racing. Seeing.
Destroy all I have. Learn from all I have lost.
You're so disabled towards these feelings. It's so obvious.
Tiredness running thin. I loosen my grip.
My calluses ache. I drink the poison, but only a sip.
Slowly seeping through the tissue of my stomach,
I take the pain, knowing what will happen next. All of it.
The whole story, even the ending scene.
Where I loose all I have and my control over everything.