Each sign pointed me in the wrong direction and

every word spoken was another promise broken.

Every ounce of energy that I had left had escaped me.

Every star that shone just a little brighter gave me enough light to notice.

Enough to make me notice how dull I was.

Enough to scratch my own self.

Enough to kill my body.

Everything else was brighter as everything in me was dark and dull.

Each soul cried as

every tear burned my skin.

Excitement escaped as my body burned.

Each and every thought I had was disappeared.