Ever sense i was a spark in her womb you've been faning the flames.
You've held me tight between you both, carful that i don't blow out
You've given me the nutrients i needed to bun high
But then when i grow one way you fanned me the other way.
Away from things you see as wrong,
Unfit.
Rude.
A waist of time.
While holding me tight you somwere along the way frogot to let go.
Do you not understand i can not grow under this pressure?
do u not see me being smuthered?
So now it is to late.
I am dying.
While my light is bright it is small and will not last.
You Can not go back and fan any spark into me now.
Now i pray for death.
That cold darkness.
Then you will let go.
Then you will forget my glow.
I would pray to be ash.
The kind that looks like ***** snow,
Floting.
So that i can join the soil, right under your feet.
So that wildflowers could grow through me.
The ones no one will pick
Or put in a vase.
So that you could not display them at my funeral

Stop to regret what you've had
Close your eyes and hold your breath,
Fix your heart and raise your head,
You got hit but you are not dead.
Because one day it will be late,
For those who drowned their soul in hate,
So when you go for your last drink, make yourself think, don't try to sink.

First it's a spark
then it's a flame
then you ran away
to avoid the blaze

I tried my best to rekindle our fire;
You just watered down all my attempts.


All efforts were futile.