130/365 - Fire Starter
Your eyes once so filled with compassion threw down daggers into me from above. Stomping my hands into the ground, and I cringe, but refuse to make a sound. Broken bones and bleeding out. I screamed once knowing that you'll hear me without a doubt. Your head doesn't turn. Instead you take the same fire you used to save me with, and leave me to burn.
I'm so close, so close. Not sure how long I can keep up.
I've recently got a back injury and I can barely move. Instead of resting, I thought to myself a lot and hated every minute of it, so I did a self-portrait when I shouldn't.