Burn

What wrong I did, I ask thee god
That I burn alive, with each words she talks.

The pain is rippling, and settles deep inside
I feel myself cracking , after all this time.

I feel I am ugly, as she implies it so
Not only my outer beauty, but what's inside too.

All this time, I held myself out, not going under it
But the dam's broken now, it requires someone to fix it.

My heart feels crappy, I can't bear the sorrow.
Will she be happy to see me broken tommorow?

- Ivy_ish