Control | What I’d Do

Oh, what little control I have over your life.

I want to control it, from the outside and in. I want to control it all.

Not because I want to be above you——-not at all——-nor because I’m insecure…

I know that you are slowly killing yourself little…by little. Day…by day.

And I know how much you’re hurting. It’s obvious by the simple fact you cannot even face your trauma…or your feelings.

But oh, what I’d do if I was in control of your life. Maybe then you’d finally be on your way to safety. Maybe then, you’d be saved.

But I have no control. God, I have none. It kills me because I know you won’t do anything to save yourself.

You already believe you’re beyond saving, and so you do nothing but let your trauma control you.

But oh, what I’d do if I had control over your life…