A fiery spark ignites. The flame is lit.
A smooth, slow burn that makes me sick.
I try with much determination, but it can’t be fought.
My mind is burning with each intruding thought.
I need someone to put the fire out.
But no one is coming, I shout and I shout.
The burns get deeper, as I gasp for air.
I should’ve known better than to think anyone would care.
Burn the heart. Burn the mind.
The end is inevitable, but I know mine.
Something you can’t see. Something you can’t feel.
I’m the only person in the world who knows it’s real.
Breathe, they say. It’ll extinguish the flames.
Little do they know, the anguish never fades.
With time you’ll heal, and the burns will turn to a scar.
But it was all a fever dream, it feels like I'll never get that far.
love, Sof
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