Afi Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Am i the only one that feels this world has changed, not for the better but for the worst, i know i feel that way, but also feel the pain in pouring rain, life is making me insane, and what about the rest of my life? I know im trying to understand but never really grasp the concept, am i slow, or just wanting to know what left to scavenge though, i keep my emotions there, and it is full of spiderweb's, once spilling my heart, and it draining into the gutter, making the same mistakes, making the same mistakes, untill the day i die, it lives on, consuming, cold as steel and ready to leave, yet burning to the touch, violent attacks to me and i just wish they would just go away, i have seen it born and born again, striving to live, the effects that everyone says im ok, yet not good in a better way, and there is no answer to the silence, only demands, for the water to exstinguish the fire, that lives, that burns, that devours me.