Trees

a solid sort of artificial sensation

the kinds that digs and claws and sinks it's filthy teeth into everything you are

leaves you in a place of remote isolation

and travels deep within the confines of what you use to explain yourself

there's no one here that truly gets it

no one who really wonders if you feel alright, past the point of superficial friendships that you know will never last a lifetime

never last more than a few months, weeks

it's over now, you think

and everything is meaningless

thinking you're being overdramatic and paranoid over nothing only to be proven completely right is such a sickening feeling.

Oh to have an isolated place to rage in

It's been literal years since I've put anything on here. I thought I was such hot shit posting my poetry. I promise I'm better now 😅