I shout at the stars in the night,
I shout in my mind, and
I think my heart even screams sometimes
For any kind of life
To hear my cries for help.

My throat becomes so burnt
That no sound comes out.

My lungs on fire,
Begging for more oxygen to fuel them.

Yet, there is no one.

I wonder,
Is it because we all are walking through the flames?
Stuck in our own pain
That any other's fire
Just isn't dire,
Because you all are still trying
To figure out how to extinguish
yours..

Solitude used to be my retreat
But now that it's become a constant state with no choice in the matter,

It's turned from comfort
To a slow burning hell.

I just want to be the remnants of who I used to be.
Turned dark and devilish,
The thing that goes bump in the night,
Because I'm so sick of being the fairy in the forest.
The dainty flower you're worried you'll step on.
*******.
I have thorns.
I have horns
And this demon is ready to play.