Fire

Burning leading me to my past
i stare at it while it takes me back fast
i dont have a good memory
theyre filled with pain,tears and feeling sorry
i just wish this fire to burn my heart
i wont love another person and wont get hurt
im weak inside and outside
and my only way out for shits is suicide
maybe im not smart but dumb
i cut myself again and im numb
hate cant explain me no way
these fake love wouldnt last for a day
reality kills me more then anything
imaginary always taking me to some fuked up thing
i hate everything of me and being alone
i guess someday these feelings will be gone
just like fire....
and one day,ill be admired
maybe not for im a dispose
im worth less then a black rose
its depressing, would fire burn my depressed mind
or leave me like everyone and make me blind