The walls are on fire and so is my heart.
there’s something that is just out of arms reach and I cant help feeling its a part of me I am missing.
I feel like I am not a whole person anymore and I lost something along the way and I cant pin point what it is but its not there. I feel like I am no longer myself. I am functioning a little harder theses days in hopes to make up for what I lack in hopes of building it back up.
the walls are on fire and so is my chest.
with every aching gasp for air I feel the inhalation of the fire crawl down my throat and make a home in my chest as it makes hammocks from my ribs and a trampoline from my stomach. it reminds me that I’m still playing with fire.
the walls are on fire and so is my heart.