I used to be a bonfire...
but now I'm a flickering flame, endangered of dying out.
All that is needed to put me out is a gust of wind
Something that will hurt me
A tsunami to drown me
A tornado to take me and throw me away like trash
an earthquake to represent how unsteady I am
and finally...
A hurricane to represent the buffeting tortue my brain hurls at me. Telling me I'm stupid, worthless, a waste of time and space....I have no place in this world.
One
Final
Blow
Will
Kill
Me
