The Inferno
I gravitate toward the people
Who have been through hardships.
The people who have pondered
Taking their own life.
The people who have chosen
Knives and razor blades
Defacing their skin
In an attempt to avoid
The more daunting prospect
Of eternal solitude.
Like a moth to a flame I come,
Desperately hoping to soothe them,
Constantly watching the fire,
And when that flame builds,
I plan to be there
Ready to sacrifice myself
To the inferno
Just to keep from losing someone
Again.
