What have I done

A poem with a twist.

What have I done?,

I scream,

The blood seeping through my tattered skin,

What have I done?

I cry,

As I feel that poison tear within,

What have I done?,

I gasp,

To the empty silence that burns my flesh,

What have I done?

I whisper,

To the air that smells of early death,

And the world will never be the same,

The metal and glass engulfed in flame,

What have I done,

To deserve this pain?!