Helplessly Swaying in the Summer Breeze
Today is a good day to go home and feel sorry for myself. The scream for help echoed through my chest, but it never left my mouth.
I poured myself a glass of antifreeze with ice, and thought how sweet it would be to have a drink with a friend, but I don't have any. The ice keeps longer than you'd think. I drink it down with a quick gulp. Something I'm used to doing everyday.
I feel the constriction in my chest. My stomach gets heavy with the weight of my failures. I wish for nothing more than an end to the perpetual pain in my head.
A lone tree in a plain of grass. An image of growth and fortitude, but only alive to exist as a cycle of life in solitude. I can't roll over and play dead. I dream the dreams where I am happy, but my roots are deeply entrenched and I'm stuck sustaining on the piss of animals. My light is shadowed by the skyscrapers beside me, so I will never be what I was meant to be.
I wake up again in my own shit and vomit. It's been, what, 9 days? 17 days? 11191 days? I am the Tree. Wormwood, Poison Oak, Family; it doesn't matter. This is the seed that was planted, swaying helplessly in the warm summer breeze.
I poured myself a glass of antifreeze with ice, and thought how sweet it would be to have a drink with a friend, but I don't have any. The ice keeps longer than you'd think. I drink it down with a quick gulp. Something I'm used to doing everyday.
I feel the constriction in my chest. My stomach gets heavy with the weight of my failures. I wish for nothing more than an end to the perpetual pain in my head.
A lone tree in a plain of grass. An image of growth and fortitude, but only alive to exist as a cycle of life in solitude. I can't roll over and play dead. I dream the dreams where I am happy, but my roots are deeply entrenched and I'm stuck sustaining on the piss of animals. My light is shadowed by the skyscrapers beside me, so I will never be what I was meant to be.
I wake up again in my own shit and vomit. It's been, what, 9 days? 17 days? 11191 days? I am the Tree. Wormwood, Poison Oak, Family; it doesn't matter. This is the seed that was planted, swaying helplessly in the warm summer breeze.