It feels sick to always be in pain.

You feel like a corpse,

a burning one.

Burn for too long and the remains of what you once were will never be identified.

I am an emotional burn victim.

You can't see it,

but I am encompassed in melted skin,

oozing blisters, and molten scars.

The smallest of touch makes my skin ache 

and burn once more.

For a long time, I couldn't handle the vulnerability.

The bareness.

It scared me.

It's kept me from feeling love

because I can't handle the feeling when it is taken away.

I'm starting to strip away the bandages,

opening myself up for a touch.

I'm just scared this time it will burn me alive.