Match Box

I want to set myself on fire.
watch as my ashes fall and float obeying the winds' direction and command as it engulfs me in it's rampage.
I want to hear myself set fire.
To hear the vocal screams of the pain I locked up deep inside myself and pushed to the very back of everything. To hear the tears sizzle off my cheeks as the flames devour every ounce of my entire being.
I want to see myself on fire.
My mouth opening up unable to make the screams comprehensive, to see my screams dry out but the outside of my body still writhing in the pain I feel on a day to day basis.
I want to see myself burn up ashes-to-ashes as every particle of me hits the floor. 
And then I want to see myself reborn as I take my first new breath and close the match box.