Engulfed in flames,
dousing your self in gasoline,
self inflicted
3rd degree burns
If they touch you it will hurt,
remembering what you had
before,
Eventually you will become numb,
having thought about it so many times times
before,
You try to heal,
try to feel at least something,
some form of meaning
When you do,
the anger oozes to the service,
betrayal the point of the act
But lost so quick,
falling back into the depths,
slumber once more,