There was still a spark,
Still the smallest of flames,
Left over from the hell
That my life used to be.
For a while,
I thought it was gone.
Controlled and out of fuel.
But it never disappeared.
It lived off my smallest fears
And unexplainable doubts.
And when the one person
Who could control this hell fire
Left me when I needed them most,
The spark ignited
And the flame consumed me.
It burns my soul,
The smoke is choking me.
And with all the negative emotions
That I can't help but feel,
The fire only seems to grow.
It provides for my demons,
Makes them even stronger.
I don't want to lose myself again,
But they're the only thing
I hear in my head.
I have to battle them again,
But I'm already so tired.
Perhaps it is time,
I let my demons take over.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
There was still a spark,
Still the smallest of flames,
Left over from the hell
That my life used to be.
For a while,
I thought it was gone.
Controlled and out of fuel.
But it never disappeared.
It lived off my smallest fears
And unexplainable doubts.
And when the one person
Who could control this hell fire
Left me when I needed them most,
The spark ignited
And the flame consumed me.
It burns my soul,
The smoke is choking me.
And with all the negative emotions
That I can't help but feel,
The fire only seems to grow.
It provides for my demons,
Makes them even stronger.
I don't want to lose myself again,
But they're the only thing
I hear in my head.
I have to battle them again,
But I'm already so tired.
Perhaps it is time,
I let my demons take over.
