maybe you should hang it all up

sixteen years,
more than half unbearable to look at

a putrid punch to the soul...
somethings you can't let go

perhaps tomorrow will be kinder

is there anything that can **** darkness?
no light turns on

the fire is a butterfly,
its wings flap and
sparks fly

burn, burn

this world wasn't meant for you

smother the fire

some souls are just too tired