The house was burning.
Not literally of course,
But every word spoken was a spark that never quite faded out.
Every action taken just added more charcoal
Until the smoke filled my lungs
And I couldn't breathe.

The house was burning.
There was no safe place for me.
Every emotion was used as lighter fluid
As each day the fire became brighter, louder
I can still taste the ashes, dry as the desert sand

The house was burning.
And I was the one with the water
I was always the one to make sure it never burned for long
I drowned in the water as I tried to put the fires out
So lay me to rest alongside this burning house,
Lay me in the ashes and smoke that now feel like home