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Burn Me Down

Burn me down

Bury me six feet under the ground

Strip me bare

Expose everything 

Throw your stones 

Take my home

Delete everything I claim to know 

Take my heart, rip it out of my chest;

Watch it pump;

Watch it bleed

What do I really need?

Kill the boy I used to be

Let him go;

Let him die;

Murder my fragile identities

Drown me in your love

Poison me with your pain

Let your true self push me off a cliff

Let me fall

Leave me lifeless 

Suck the air out of my lungs

Break my bones

And afterwards

when I am finally gone

check on me

and see

who it is 

left standing.


CH 5/27/26

 
 
 

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