Burning Away

A poem from my darkest times, in the midst of my insomnia.

I am like a flame, that burns forever long,
but I'm slowly burning out, I'm anything but strong.

I used to have it all, I was real and alive,
but now I sit here in the dark and cry away the night.


Another night, another day, it's all the same to me.
I've forgotten who I am and how I used to be.

And when the night turns into day, it all remains the same,
I'm tired and a burden and my heart is filled with pain.