What is this fire burning inside me?
Churning at the pit of my stomach
Filling my lungs with debris
Hard to breathe
Would rather not breathe.
How hard can it be?
Weights on your pinkie
Too much to bear
Asleep for hours
Avoiding your thoughts
But thinking them with higher intensity
Feeling them with every breath
And yet... they're not there
Invisible, unimportant... Ignored
Loathed
Just like the rest of me.
