The Fire

Your throat is raw and the words come out cracked

Your hands are numb and shaky as you reach for their ghost

Your cheeks are streaked hot with self-inflicted tears

No matter how hard you scream and cry they won’t come

Because that’s the thing about burning bridges, isn’t it?

No matter how many times you say sorry

Or how hard you wish the flames hadn’t ignited

They won’t come back

Your screams become mute

The pain will last forever, you know

Because when you set the fire you never thought it would be you who got burned

And now here you are

Broken, destroyed, pathetic

On the verge of ending it all



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