Ever sense i was a spark in her womb you've been faning the flames. You've held me tight between you both, carful that i don't blow out You've given me the nutrients i needed to bun high But then when i grow one way you fanned me the other way. Away from things you see as wrong, Unfit. Rude. A waist of time. While holding me tight you somwere along the way frogot to let go. Do you not understand i can not grow under this pressure? do u not see me being smuthered? So now it is to late. I am dying. While my light is bright it is small and will not last. You Can not go back and fan any spark into me now. Now i pray for death. That cold darkness. Then you will let go. Then you will forget my glow. I would pray to be ash. The kind that looks like ***** snow, Floting. So that i can join the soil, right under your feet. So that wildflowers could grow through me. The ones no one will pick Or put in a vase. So that you could not display them at my funeral