To My Demons:

I'd rather set myself on fire

Then listen to you anymore

I'd rather burn and scream in hot agony

Then sit in silence feeling the opposite pain within

I'd rather have my skin melt off

So I don't have to cut and scar it myself

I'd rather turn to ash on the wind

Rather have my existence scorched from the earth

Than sit here only to hear you

Screaming in my head

This infection running frigid through my veins

Makes me want to turn inside out and let this ruin die

So I set myself on fire

To take my chances with whatever I get away from you

This poem is about: 
Me

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