Everything I touch, everything I let into my aching soul, burns. They turn to ash before my eyes and all I can hear are all of their cries. I’m toxic, a disease. My emotions are guarded because if I let them break free, The things around me set ablaze and I swear this is not just a phase, it’s me. A villain, not a victim. So when I warn you not to let me in, to keep on moving along. It’s for your benefit I swear to you, this illusion, facade, the **** truth. I’m no good, not for me, not for you.