My skin melts under warm water
As the walls set fire.
I was only sixteen -daydreaming-
Of warmth that wouldn’t burn
Dying on bathroom floors
And drowning in the eyes
Of those who only loved me
When my insides
Were trying to claw their way out
Of my own body.
I may not have died when I had tried to
But a piece of me definitely did.
And just because I don’t want to die anymore-
Doesn’t mean I enjoy to live.
I much rather fall asleep -and dream-