I’m sick
And I’m tired too.
But why can’t admit that?
I just can’t admit that I’m not fireproof.
I can’t admit that I’m burning alive.
I can see that it’s burning you too.
I can see the pain,
I can see the sadness
But
I can’t admit it.
Would everything go away if I did so?
Would we be okay?
Would the fire go out?
And if it did,
Would we be drowning in the water that end the fire?

Inspired by: The Neighbourhood__The beach

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