Burning...

Burns...
It burns me....
And yet I like the pain...

The chemicals that hurt me..
Keep me from going insane...
The fire is my poison...
I'm the only one to blame...

The fire is my passion...
One that I can not ignore...
This pain that I'm feeling...
It's burning to my core...

I do not feel its warmth,
And I do not feel its shame..
All I feel is sweet silence,
And this remarkable pain..

Burning is my problem..
One that I can not ignore..
Fill my room with gasoline..
Start the burning once more.

The fire is all around me..
I hear my parents scream,
"Our son is inside!!"
They must wish this was a dream..

I wonder what they say..
When they see me..
As I look out of my window
And yell...
"I'm finally free!!"