I fill my lungs with gasoline
and then I light a match
and watch everything
inside of me
b u r n.
it seems like destroying myself
is the only way I can get through this.
I don't need
a heart that betrayed me,
a mouth filled with lies
or skin that bears unpleasant marks.
I don't need
hands that tremble,
lungs that refuse to fill with air
or eyes that never open.
so,
I burn
and burn
and burn
until I am nothing more
than forgotten ashes
upon the
worn-down concrete
below.
YOU ARE READING
calm as chaos, clear as smoke ✓
Poetry❝𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯.❞ a collection of poetry. title insp: bad luck by former vandal.
