The Fire

The Fire

A Poem by DeadShot
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Why do you care?
I can't get rid of you.
With you, and your PINK hair.
You should know how to say goodbye.

I am damaged.
I am the fire,
That burns everything it touches.

Stop caring about me.
I don't want your hugs.
I tell you to leave me alone.
*shrugs*

Don't make me break these walls.
You don't want to see
This monster that they hide.

Hi, it's me.

Stop caring.
Don't show me your love.
Don't threaten me with a good time.
Please, rise above.

Let me make these bad choices.
Let me fall.
Let me listen to these voices.
Let me crawl.

I am a fire.
That destroys all.
Please don't get involved.
Let me burn.

© 2020 DeadShot


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Added on April 17, 2020
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