It Smelled Like Fried Chicken

Fighting the fire with flames,

To tame the heat, cut out desire.

Freezing the cold from within,

From heart of ice, so hard and tired.

Try as I may

Feeling this way

Hurt, though I stay

Too dead to pray

All stuffed inside my fairytale dream,

I hurt the ones I love.

When soft words grow, to overblown,

I cry so much I scream.

I FEEL 

SO SMALL

AND BIG 

AT ONCE

COULD RIP

RIGHT THROUGH

MY SKIN

I BREATH

AN POUT

AND CAN'T

WORK OUT

THE FIGHTING

FROM WITHIN

Please don't forgive me,

of the sins I have spewed

like a scum from deep inside.

It smelled like fried chicken

when I swallowed it whole,

but it hurt so bad I cried.

But you washed me in water,

With the tears that did flow,

From your eyes so clean and pure.

And the freshness that covered

All my body and soul,

Was my saving grace and cure.

How do I fight?

How do I stay?

With all this danger

Coming my way.

You are my last push,

To something less warm.

So please don't give up

from the hurt you have borne.