Light a Match


There it was again,
That constant pressure of his mind
Luring him into some kind
Of never-ending hell.

Stupid, ugly, worthless
It shouted words at his soul.
He allowed it,
Accepting what he was.

He thought it would never end,
Those words and feelings,
His mind working against him in every way possible...

Until he lit a match,
Shut his eyes,
And set is mind on fire.

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