Flamming

This is such a shame of what we have become...such fragile beings that can be hurt and broken so easily. The memory seems to remain as if it is encrypted in my brain...there is a tiny spark inside of me and when things give it oxygen it seems to burn with such heat and i just let the flames begin to burn inside me...hotter and hotter. This is my death was wish when he tried to come take us down. Sometimes I guess my weakness give me a little bit of strength I need and I'll die searching for it...this happiness...something that seems so foreign...I can't let myself regret such happiness. Even after it all the pain caused i still can't believe there's a little bit of hope buried beneath it all. Hiding there...growing underneath a small glimpse...a small glitter of it. Wishing as i sink into this lifeless life of mine, This is what I'll be when he comes and tries to take me down...tries to take us down with his hurtful words.