(I know this doesn't exactly fit the prompt, but I didn't want to pay for free write lmao. this is an abecedarian about self-harm. warning for triggering topics)

Anguish burns through me like a lit candle, as pain relentlessly flows through my veins the surrounding flesh seems to almost melt away into nothingness

Burning does not last forever though, the wick ends and the candle ceases to burn.

Carelessly I toss the lighter away, what was formerly an accomplice to my pain is now completely

Depleted of its use. Now it is my turn to

Embody my agony. I lay restlessly on the

Floor, begging and praying to some sort of

God that I don't even know if I truly believe in. The burning has seized. And what is now left is my own

Humility. I stare angrily at the lighter now, almost trying to blame it for the state I'm in. Not taking blame for the damage i've done upon myself in an attempt to regain control.

Isolated, I stay. Fading in and out of consciousness as I hold my burnt, ragged, body. As if I could heal myself. As if I were a bandaid, sealing up my wounds. But I can not undo the years of hurt.

Jealousy floats in the remains of my melted body. I think about the life I could've had, I think about the mind I could've been born with. It hurts too much to think about how I was just a

Kid when this all started. Innocent and

Lively. What did I do to deserve this

Meaningless life I live. The only force waking me up day after day is my spite. I live to torture myself

Nothingness is what I feel now, I reach for my lighter once more

Open wounds grace my body. My body is not a temple for worship, it is a temple for the infliction of

Pain, pure and hateful, I think to myself for but a moment: How is the pain I inflict onto myself any different than the pain others inflict on me?

Quietly I sob, choking on my tears

Realizing what I've done to myself. Realizing my own

Self-hatred isn't any different than outside hate.

Tired, I watch the flame from the lighter flicker on and off

Useless, I feel, as I drag the flame across my skin once more, like a deathly kiss.

Veins pulse with life, beginning to end

Wasting my youth, I sit, hurting myself over and over again, like a broken record.

Xanthic flame seeps further into my burns, reigniting their powerful burn. Reigniting my will to continue

Yowling, I call out to someone, something, as the burn seems to reach deep inside me, further than it's ever been

Zero sign of life is left within me. I drop my lighter for the final time, inhaling my most pitiful breath.