On Fire
It’s hard for me to breathe
Where I’m from.
Stuck in a small room
By myself,
Hopeless and alone.
Feeling like a burden,
A useless and worthless person.
It’s hard for me to love myself,
Feeling like My Heart Is on Fire,
No way to put the flames out.
Can’t get out of this
Small room,
Arms and Legs are on Fire,
Paralyzed.
My soul is gone,
Along with my faith,
Faith in God and myself.
My Body is on Fire,
Suffocating,
Unable to breath.
My hideous face,
Filled with scars,
Reminding me
How ugly I am.
My Face is on Fire,
The last bit of me gone,
Forever lost,
Forever gone.
Copyright © Alia Smith | Year Posted 2017
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