IX. LOSER ON FIRE
i'm burning, fast
light up a match and ignite me
there's so little left of me,
this fire won't even last
watch me glow,
as the heat flows
and my body is nothing more than ashes
watch my soul go
there is poison in my heart,
this feeling is sickening
give me a cure,
the anxiety is crippling
my brain is slowing down
and i'm so scared of the future
i feel myself drown
this is the tale of a loser!
-- (to) me, today was awful.
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Poetry❝ONCE MY DEMONS ARE GONE, SO AM I❞ nikki [ middlenarnias ] july, 21st 2O16
