I feel immolated
I didn’t notice at first
The temperature rising slowly
I felt no pain
But it’ll scar from gradual sears and flame
It kept burning, building until it was blazing and FLASH

I survived the inferno,
And I’m soothed by the ash

I feel so much,
Say so little,
Why is my courage
Hiding under guilt

I want to shout
& cry & slam & curse
Instead, I shut my rage
Turn them into words

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

What if it all turned out fine?
What if you let yourself feel alive?
This hiding and
these walls
aren't helping you keep together
as much as
they have been tearing you apart.

What if it all turned out fine?
What if the next time you open your eyes
you ignite?
After all,
you only get to have one life.
Keep believing,
you have the power to move on from your strife.