Brain Spewings (My Poems)

Playing With Fire

Little did they know that I was the girl who was playing with fire, denying her ever burning desire.

Playing with matches and watching things burn,

and in this way did the tables turn.

Flames can be fun and they sure as hell can dance,

 but I was the girl clinging onto her last chance.

I drown out my sorrows with the sound of a guitar,

stuck in this hell hole always wanting to run far.

Swallowing my pride

and spitting out the lies,

yanking at my hair and

wishing someone cared.

Words and pleas die inside my throat

it's like trying to bail water out of a sinking boat.

Memories and hopes of what is yet to come

 but it's rather hard to breathe when you feel so numb.