Fire.

Things I lost,
Things I’ll never see again.
Things I lost in the fire of life.

Everything burned in ash.
Loneliness came to visit again.

You loosed you promises to me.
Feel like I’m losing you in the fire.
I can’t help you out.

I’m feeling sick.
I’m feeling lonely.
I feel like nobody cares.

Why don’t you talk to me?
Are you to busy with others?
Am I become one of them?

I don’t feel the same to you.
I feel like you also left me.
Making me feel better with stupid lies.
Say that you can handle it.
I’m sorry to say, but you lose it a long time ago.

I feel like I started the fire.
I’m feeling like the old me now, and I don’t know why.

I’m not going to bleed for it.
I’m just writing.
It doesn’t help the same.
At least I try.