My world.
A swirling mist of pain and hurting.
I can barely see through the thick air.
that’s a good thing.
If I can’t see out then maybe people can’t see in.
Into my mind. Into my life.
The mist around me turns red.
I look down at myself and I turn red too.
I am in control.
I made this happen.
I made myself hurt.
I am in control
And I will stay in control.
I will carry on making myself hurt
Until I can step out of my mist of pain
And be in control of something real.
Something other people can see.
I long for that day.
