Through The Flames

The fact is that I am broken,
I am selfish to the bone protecting my heart.
Shattered in a broken home,
Surround by people but still alone.
I toss and turn in my sleep,
and I'm burning up in my bed.
The flames keep getting higher,
and I just don't care anymore.
I am still screaming at these lonely walls,
and these tears drop as I fall.
I can smell the smoke,
as it fills the room like a fog.
I have been trapped inside for way to long.
It doesn't seem to matter where I go,
I am stringing along my darkness in this home,
and I still have nobody to talk to.
This name you yell out isn't mine,
and I don't want to burn for my sins.
It's getting so dirty in here,
nothing seems to be clear,
I can wipe my eyes, but everything is black in here.
It's so dark,
and I am losing myself.
I can't seem to wake up.
I am drowning in this holy water,
but I just won't come clean.
I can see the light, but it's slipping away.
Please don't bury me in a box.
Burn my body, and let the ashes float on!