Venting.. Through writing

You pour me the gasoline and i drink it.
You strike the matches and i eat them.
You laugh at me and i smile.
Won’t you stay for a while? I havent got much time.
I’d love to, but you aren’t where my priorities lie.
You’re gone in the blink of an eye.
I jump into my lake of tears and sink to the bottom.
My insides are scorched and i’m forgotton.
This beating heart of mine, beats even when i’m no longer alive.
I’ll see you on the other side.