Burning

But don't burn me, 

if you aren't going to carry water

don't make me feel special, 

don't bother

i hurt myself and realized

i do feel pain, 

this strength i detest

which doesn't let me cry

my condition almost grotesque

i don't remember pleasant evenings

i don't remember the smile

i remember how everything seemed wile

and the strategy cunning 

caught me unaware 

in that moment of despair

when everything crumbled

what i thought was truth

was imagination

and i had stumbled

but one moves on in life

because such things though painful

are just a rife

'happens' as they say

though with dismay

but time doesn't wait

life doesn't stop

and one doesn't die

how unfortunate

one suffers

one lives

one learns

and yearns

for the times that passed by

which were almost perfect

like flowers in hell

but one should've known

this could've only been a mirage

flowers don't bloom

in utter doom

so one pays for their dimness

the imaginary world disintegrates

and you wake up

to witness ugliness

yet again..