room 93 ; lrh

control

no matter how i tried she was in control.
her love wasn't her anymore, soft and lilac, like her perfect hair.
it was a mix of red and blue and i hated the color purple.
it was potent and dark and strong and she was scaring me.
when i wasn't with her i sat alone in bed, crying until the morning, when she came for me.
she was my inner demons, the ones i couldn't bare to see.
i couldn't keep my secret inside anymore.
i tried to convince myself it was the voices inside my head whilst i walked around for hours on end, wearing the carpet in my grey room thin, but i knew the truth.
she was in control of me, and she was the deadly disease.