Keep It

“You will burn in hell for what you did to me.”

Predictions in my mind.

Predictable, I’m not, but sorrow is.

Can you feel me?

Am I cold?

Can you feel my heart?

Is it beating?

 

I’m looking at a picture of a flower that is broken and stepped on.

Looking back, at my life.

I noticed how cold you talk to me.

 

I’m going  to die!

I’m so cold I can’t feel.

I’m so warm I can’t see.

 

In my time, i am picked on and weak.

Look at me!

I’ve embraced, THE FUCKING GAME!

Feeling all the hate in my disgrace!

 

It’s dead now!

It’s done now.

 

Burn.