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