No Longer Me
Red hot fire burns within.
A dark smoky haze surrounds me,
I choke on the hazy aura of depression.
My mind fogs over
I lose myself in the all consuming darkness
I might break. I already have.
I'm cracked, a thousand tiny fissures, just waiting to explode and burn to ashes.
I lose myself
I won't be me anymore. I'll be nothing.
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