When will I satisfy your never ending anger
that fills the entire room with flames?
You burn and scratch at my skin
until I can no longer breathe.
I’m trapped in the room,
and you don’t bother to look back at the mess you created.
With scars filled with hate,
to blood that sizzles my rough skin.
I’m burning and I can’t get out of here.
If you didn’t want me you could’ve at least screamed it to the world,
but instead you leave me lying on the rock-hard ground.
You leave me to burn in my own hatred,
and desire to be loved.