Face Down

Face down
no flaws in your code

Matches fall
as you hold your arm

I know

Drowning the sorrow
in tears or alcohol -
does it matter which?

Waiting
for the flames
to embrace me,
eat me up,
consume me.

But all I get
is the heat under my skin
and the scars
that are too small
for anyone to notice.

You bind up my wrists
all the time
and you still haven't noticed.

Burned skin doesn't smell so bad.

I wish I was home,
but I don't know
what home means anymore.

I thought I knew
a long time ago,
but maybe I'll never know.

I'm so tired
of trying to light up the world,
set it on fire,
leaving this burning mark.

Maybe I'm not a supernova,
but just a shooting star -
burning out before I reach
earth.

Make a wish on me
when it's all over,
because I won't be there
to see it.