Lost Inside
Feeling poems from a troubled mind.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Playing with fire
I'm playing
with fire
and I'm going
to get burnt,
I told myself.
Let it burn me,
I thought,
it'll give me
something to pass
the time.
I'll laugh at
myself when
I'm wrapped
in bandages
and cannot
move.
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