The Fire, The Burns, The Gasoline

by Poet   Mar 6, 2009


I had such a hard time
Believing that I could even do this to myself
That I could take the lighter
Put it to my skin
I had such a hard time
Watching the skin melt away
I think about you and why it happened
Every single day
I still have the burn, I still feel the pain
Of the fire inside and out
Driving me insane
I have a hard time
When the smell of gasoline is in the air
Because it reminds me
That you never even cared
So I must be the dumb one
I must be crazy beyond belief
Because I saw the fire, I watched in relief
I let it burn, I let my heart scream
I looked at you and no longer cared about myself either
It's probably imagination, maybe a dream
But this scar is real, and so is the hurt
I can't think of you any more
Without breaking down and crying on the floor
I want so badly to pick up that lighter again
Pour gasoline all over
And just make sure my life
Is surely gone forever

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