I think there's an arsonist
living under my skin and
on the edge of my fingertips,
leaving behind a trail of
flames wherever I go,
and I've always wondered
whether this will be the
night when I finally burn
to a pile of ashes, and I've
spent an eternity destroying
myself and the home I used
to live in, and I pushed just
about everyone away and
I don't have the energy to restart
all over again, I'm in pieces on
the ground but maybe I'm better
off this way and maybe
one day I'll be okay again.