For I am a bomb.

One day I will go off.

The act of me blowing up is inevitable.

But I will thrive and continue until I am no able.

 

For I am a bomb.

Everything took a wrong turn.

I was left to burn.

Believing nonexistent concerns.

 

For I am a bomb.

Swimming in the ashes of my once lively ego;

I am a mosquito.

Attracted to light, oblivious to the likely burning

I am hurting.

 

For I am a bomb.

My will is gone.

Locked away in a chamber withdrawn.

Located in my shallow beating heart,

I was left there as a deserted bit of art.

 

For I am a bomb.

My prosperity has sunken

Deep down it’s almost impossible to function.

It hurts to think I was forgotten.

 

For I am a bomb.

I have been broken.

My actions have been unspoken.

I’m not able to perceive emotion.

My life is an unsolved math equation,

I am nothing but an infamous life notation.

 

I am a bomb.

Tik tik tik;

I will not be missed.

Tik tik-

Boom;

Your ignorance is my doom…

There’s my tomb.

 

For I was a bomb.

One day I went off.

I was no longer able-

Living emotionally unstable;

The act of me blowing up was enough.

Me continuing to thrive was a bluff.