my punishment

doused in gasolinic pain,

I am suffering,

selfishness and sadness a melting pot for this onslaught,

why am I the canvas for this paint?

was my love not real?

or was my love fragile,

half there, for suicide was at my doorstep,

was my every waking moment,

the ceiling covered in a black cloak,

so of course, I was half empty,

here, but not wanting to be,

then hope came,

and left in an instance,

and I wonder if it was ever real?

and why I even tried?

why am I still burning?

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