Watch It Burn

I write it all out to get it done. Once I'm done it doesn't last. I'll throw it away and watch it burn. It's gone the feeling the pain and dread eating away. GONE. Finally empty I breath easily again. Routine, normal, it's all habitual. Moving through life without a faze ... Until it's back again; the pain, the conscious. Barriers broken and once more I write it down to get it out. Everything that can not be spoken or felt. I write down the past that haunts me and watch it burn.