Apr 2019
i am ignited,
flames of fear lapping at my feet.
i try to cry out, to ask for help
but ash fills my mouth.
bitter,
much like my regard for myself.
mind made of matches, i am my own arsonist.
flames of fear lapping at my feet.
i try to cry out, to ask for help
but ash fills my mouth.
bitter,
much like my regard for myself.
mind made of matches, i am my own arsonist.
