Acid phrases drip off your lips, rolling from your tongue as if they had no intent to do any harm. They set fire to my insides and as I slowly burn, i cannot speak. Im begging for some solace but i can only curl up and cry. Im dying. Or so it feels like. Im dying. I try to stay still but the convulsions begin and a salty river is born from my pain. Every night i die and the next day i hope for the best knowing its only a matter of time. Im a Phoenix, reborn from ashes every morning. Please, dont hold that candle too close. Theres no light at the end but the fire i become.