They keep saying,
i'm doing this to myself
and that i'm getting closer
and c l o s e r
to the edge — that once i fall,
i won't get back up.
they won't be able to help
because i don't want help.
they provided me the match
and a tank of gasoline
but now the blame is all on me?
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destruction
PoetryShe set out to destroy herself, piece by piece she fall apart until the remains were too scattered and maybe she should've stopped from lighting herself on fire but why would she, when she had a lighter and the world around her was a tank filled wit...
