Tree of Suffering
When I'm unconscious I enter a surreal dream state in which I don't feel real or alive
and when I wake up I feel the same way.
It is hard to distinguish my thoughts and distorted feelings with the ever growing
suffering in me.
Something so simple like relaxing is a chore for me
a mirror opposite of what I want
An opposition in me
stopping me growing
and helping me die.
The tree of me is withering and lifeless
All the leaves have fallen into the mud
I stand waiting to die.
Underneath the soil was once me and my past
But now just an evanescing echo in time
Buried forever
My body disintegrates
like the tree of suffocating souls.
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