I'm left looking up again.

Brown, worm dulled, walls of dust
Slowly rust away my grin
The pits of depression opened again
Within.
It is me.

The roots of this tree cling to
My head
It's tendrils of dirt seeping
Through
Feels like

With this feeling.

This ancestral tree like a ceiling

My limit.

I feel done.

The weights branching in ton
By ton
By Ton
Try to run, but you can't
Sometimes you daren't
Because it's
Pushing
It's pressing
You
Down
Down
Down

Into soil, into more
More toil.

Into the ground,
Where you'll be found
Possibly, one day
Too late.
A crater of bones
Is your fate.
Ouch, that's a bit dark?

Try not to turn into
Brittle
Burnt up
Bark.

Deeper
Deeper
Deeper

My head's full of dirt.

It's going to hurt, but
I'm going to make it.
Scratch myself out
Scream and shout and
Kick away doubts of
Normality.
Allow reality,
Leave leaves of mould behind,
Find a seedling of light
And fight for your
Own.

Allow myself to grow,
**** to compost
Ashes to Ash
Dust leaves me
Now.
God knows how,
But time shall wipe off
The grime.

Once again I'll make myself mine.