Warning I was in my feelings

Just let me be...As time witters away so will my spirit. My heart burns...It burns with passion,  burn with the desire and I'm just... papper. I'm nothing more than paper that's slowly dying in your flame. A flame that is not curable with water nor shall it be distinguished with gas...and oh also not curable with fire.  A caged animal is how I feel. With no locks or hatches to see if I'm sealed.  As I burn and burn no doves will cry and as I burn and burn hope begins to die. Oh but of doves do cry and hope is alive... Please?  It's like your on a train that's running late and I just can't Escape! The hurt...the soro,  the agony that I have been through and I'm weak.  Never in my life have I been strong... Strong enough to carry on and on and on and on.  I lost my soul at twelve.  I said 'I'll past' and put it on a shelve.  Then at fifteen made it worse. It was like my ex was blood thirsty and yes...my blood was his thirst