I feel like I’m burning
Maybe it’s the tears that sear my face
Maybe it’s the shame of knowing I’ll never be enough
Or maybe, it’s just a burning sting of feeling hurt.

She didn’t mean to hurt me
But it’s too late now
The quiet sobs have broken the silence of my darkened room.
The knife has broken the barely healed skin of my wrist.
The thoughts of loneliness have broken my deteriorating happiness.
It’s not her fault. Someone broke her.
So I broke myself.

Because if she is burned by the embers of her past,
Then I will throw myself on to them to protect her.
I will burn so she can heal.