There are so many things that could happen to you in this world. There are so many ways to die. Fire or ice? That’s always been the question. My question is not that simple, because death will not give you a choice.

I am burning.
I am dying.
I am wondering how he could do this.
How could he set this fire inside of me?
How could he murder me?
It is ironic,
Considering he saves me . . .

All my scars are being taken away from me.
I should love this, but I don’t.
My pain in life
Is being forced from my body.
It doesn’t even make sense.
I’m not melting,
But I am burning.
I am crying.
I am dying.
My life is being dried up.

My tears are all gone.
They are evaporating.
No on is trying to save me.
No one would dare step into the flames.
No one would pull me out.
Why? When they could burn themselves?

He hurts me.
He causes all things good and bad.
I don’t know how  I will survive this.
That is my question
Survival.
Am I really dying?
Is it really killing me?
Will I survive this?
I want to survive this.
I want to survive him.

Will this fire take anything more than it already has?
Will I be gone forever?
Or is that my dream of paradise?
As long as he loves me
Will this fire keep burning my insides?
I don’t know if this is good or bad.
I need to escape these flames.