SMELLS LIKE GASOLINE

I will not care of the time, of how I look, of how I act, of how they feel, and of anything at all. No. Not today.

I want to disappear from the world today. They won’t even notice it. They won’t know that I’m gone. No. Please just not today.

Why am I still thinking about this? There’s no sense in it. I want to taste the heat of a burning flesh. It will most definitely be my own. This whole place is a mess. And smells like gasoline…; this will be my last sense. I’ll strike up the match and watch it all burn…

As the fire eats my skin alive, I wonder why I’m screaming. Is it for the pain? Or is it for the relief that my life is ending? Thank you, this sight is beautiful. They are all shimmering and glittering now as I lost all of my senses and…