2:12 AM

It’s 2:12 a.m., and my heart feels heavy.

The fire that once burned bright in me

has flickered out,

The smoke lingering in my chest.

My eyes still echo a flame,

but it’s faint and blue—

a whisper of what it used to be.

How do I ignite myself alive again,

when every match I hold

burns out too soon?

I keep reaching for warmth

in the very things that hurt me,

pressing my hands to the embers,

hoping pain might spark me

back into flame.

Dear god, Let me explode

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