burning skin

emptythoughts

burn

the thought flicks in my head

so does the lighter in my hand

 

burn

i heat up the metal

i’ve done this a million times

 

burn 

it’s the only way to stop the pain

i can’t think about anything except for the flame infront of me

 

burn

i smell my own flesh searing

it’s not a good smell

 

burn

my head starts to clear

my eyes start to water

 

burn

my skin still heated

the pain ever lingering

 

burn

again? 

why again?

 

burn

i repeat till i can’t feel

i stop when the smell gets too overbearing

 

burnt

skin left in shambles

my tears clouding my vision

 

done

this ritual is over

i’m left alone to recover

 

help

a silent cry in the night

burning to keep myself from losing this invisible fight

  • Author: emptythoughts (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 7th, 2024 04:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: burn
  • Category: Sad
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