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
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	emptythoughts (Pseudonym) (
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