he came back,
then I woke up.

I planted seeds all over my body
so you could see the scars you left me
the pain
the burn
your suffering curse
and the burden of your wrath that's inside
I don't know what to do
and I don't know how to stop
but now these seeds I had planted have bloomed
leaving me lying in the dirt
and leaving you planting seeds all over your body

the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.

the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.

but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.

they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.

but the price is
terrible.

sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.

Why is life so complicated?
Can someone please tell me?
I'm trying to move on
How do i enjoy life when i'm not even enjoying it now?
Tell me, how do i make the best out of life?

is it that worth it
when i don't have
a real reason
to fight it?
why pretend
everything is fine,
when in reality
everything pretty much
*****?

how ignorant
was i
to think that
i was the only
flower
in your garden?