What the hell is wrong with me? Things have been so weird lately. People keep disappearing on me. My mind is a damn battle field... I don't know what to do anymore... The words repeat in my head and...

I don't want to burn out

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I don't want to—

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I don't want to—

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I don't want to burn out!

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I'm turning to ash, once embers.

My flames are dying down, making me lose my heat.

My beauty gone, replaced with nightmarish dreams.

My once so called friends are walking away with masks on their face.

I scream so loud, but the words just won't come out.

My lungs are burning out— my smile hanging upside down.

I'm open now more than a sound!

Why won't you come out, let me shout!

I'm fighting myself— drowning in the new voice that makes me not well.

Where did it come from?

Why is it here!?

Help me I'm scared!

I'm drowning in my screams.

Trying to be free but it just ain't me.

I want your help— the words making me—

I want that spark, the one that makes me bright.

With these ashes, it won't ignite leaving me off flight.

But I want to fight....