...it's ok...the things i love always find a way to hurt me.
don't know why i love them. don't ask myself why.


my car...stupid how i can care so much for something like you.
always there to let out my agression when i need you.
always there to remind me that i have accomplished something.
yet you died on me when i need you...catching fire and burning my legs.

...but it's ok.

my cigarette...retarded how you can calm me down when im with you.
always there for me on the tough days.
always waiting only for me and no one else.
yet you sparked...throwing all your firey ash onto my hand...only leaving
scars behind.

...but it's ok.

my friend...insane how you are the one thing i look forward to everyday.
always talking to me to take my mind off me.
always healing so i have the strength to wake up the next day.
yet you no longer want to see me...talk to me...think of me...why? cause
you "aren't allowed to"...scorching my heart and soul.

...but it's ok.
this is what hell must be like. constantly singed by the ones i love.
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*author's note*
again im a beginner so forgive me if it doesn't sound good. it's
just easy to write down that burning feeling in my chest i guess. thanks.

 
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