I no longer treat my burns. Scars over scars, my mind is trapped behind bars. Gold armor shielding my heart has now turned green. My surroundings are quiet, yet my head is filled with its chaotic routine. friends caught me in a struggle, just really hope I don't stay lost. How do I live in the hurt? Would I feel cold if I was six feet in the dirt? Don't want to try anymore. Will I be greeted at heaven's door? Is stopping the pain when I'm tired, Enough for God lay me in hell's lake of fire? Got to live my fabricated life without the ones that made me. Was my nonexistence their decree? Why haven't you called, dad? When I was left in the rearview, were you glad? When you were quiet, I made noise. When I was quiet, you left me in the void. Acknowledgment hurts when that's all it is.