Flames lick the wood
Quickly engulfing it...

Ragged seams torn open
Gnarled and mangled...

It's okay if you hate me
It's okay if we never talk again...

Friends since second grade
but throughout the years...

Sobbing into my pillow,
crying out of shame...

Cut my wrists
burn my skin...

Leaning on the rail
which divides boat from sea...

I woke up crying
In the middle of the night...

Up and away
In the middle of the night...

On days I only want to cry
When I do not even want to try...

She is nothing
no one of importance...

Can not be seen
can not be felt...