The Fire Within

I just pick up a pen, and write what I can.
I want to just let it happen, I dont want to have a plan.
I want to write on everything I feel about, and everything I know.
I want to do just the writing, and let the words flow.

But the words from inside dont flow anymore.
The stream of my thoughts hasnt remained so pure.
Im forcing myself a little too much these days, but my head cant handle the strain.
My condition cant be expressed in words, theres just too much pain.

Im draining my own life, just so that my words can have some spirit.
And I dont even exist anymore, all that is left of me is my dark spirit.
I get a lot of joy when I cut myself and bleed.
The only other way I can be happy is by getting what I need.

But my happiness doesnt matter, all that matters is you.
My death is inevitable now, and I already knew,
What my fate was going to be.
Darkness al around is all I can see.

And so, from the inside I keep burning,
Making so many mistakes, I keep learning.
But pain is all I get by learning what I learn,
And this pain is all I need, for this fire to burn.