Fuming in my solitude, with nowhere left to turn.

My insides heating up, my heart begins to burn.

The small glass box in which I live just shatters to the ground.

I lie there bleeding, suffering, and no one hears a sound.

The world just keeps spinning and I pray that it will end.

The mask I wear falls to the ground. Why bother to pretend?

A candle flickers next to me. I stare at it with doubt,

And with my one last gasping breath, decide to blow it out.