i think i am falling apart
like petals off a dying flower
except i am not that beautiful
and never will be.
he used to compare me to the stars
but that is an insult to them
as i have never shined
or stood out as bright as they do
i am not even as beautiful as dirt
dirt has a purpose - it supports growth
and i have been incapable of progressing
since my earliest days

desolation consumes me like a wildfire-
destroying every cell and vein in my body
every once in a while gasoline is added
creating a conflagration that no firefighter could ever extinguish.
i don’t panic as flames possess my hollow body,
i find a sick comfort in the destruction.