My Decay

There's a fire burning in my heart rising from all the negative feelings I harbour towards myself. The doubt, the self pity,the disgust, the shame. They ignite, and burn. Slowly torching my heart and reducing it to nothing more than a pile of bloody ashes. Your words don't help the ongoing war within me. Your words eat away at my brain. They crawl their slimy bodies into my ear, and nibble, and chew, and slowly digest my mind. Making me loose every positive, feeling and thought and belief I ever held about myself. Only leaving the bloated, slimy, words. You aide the chaos and assist my madness. You stir the pot that holds my sadness.