It was

an old
coal fire

that

she fell
in

the flames
untamed

licked her
skin

going insane
with pain

neglected again

mummy
wasn't there

didn't care...

skin sizzling
off

only five
years old

the neighbour
that helped

had a

heart of
pure gold

to hold

her gently
in his arms

as he pulled
her from her
hell

from inside

the burning
flames
where she
fell

little girl with
a burnt arm

died

but she
survived

scars all over
her body

LITERALLY

from head
to toe


but mum

you should
know...


you're

beautiful

to me

My soul

frowns as
it drowns

in the floods
of a broken
heart

tearing me
apart

must the
pain

remain
in me

you see

happiness
stays inside

but

theres still
days
where sadness
resides

it hides

for a while

but

when it creeps
i paint a
smile

up and down
days

in and out
phase

cut wrist
death wish

then i see
light

future bright

in the
stillness

of my
illness

i try to
figure
me out

my conclusion...

is pure
confusion

Humbled forgiveness

Is of that which
thy cannot grant

For I do not posses
such ability of respect
to the type of creature
that I see in thee

Only god himself
or high end angels
close to the golden throne
may release such a gesture
from within thee

for such an effort
so great
may **** my being..
and for a child of
the witching ******
thy shalt not willingly
enter her fatality

I, a woman
of high morale
in contrast with
an illness
to which is unbalanced
slightly to the left
of sickness

Yet... I am more
humane than thee

Never seeing eye to eye

for this lady refuses
to stoop to such a distasteful level

where thee dwells and rots
in the slumber of life
fit for a rat such as thee