The Disconnection

The green grass has turned brown.

The trees have all died.

The oxygen has run out,

It is so hard to survive.

The brown grass is my life's foundation,

The dead trees have cut into me.

The lack of oxygen has filled the nation.

I've survived and still I bleed.

I bleed to detoxicate my body from the pain.

I bleed in order to feel alive.

My blood spills almost every day,

But the pain is still inside.

I disconnect my body from my head,

Until I can no longer feel the pain.

This is a little like Marie Antoinette,

The one who said to let them eat cake.

The disconnection only makes things worse.

All it does is spill more blood.

I feel as if I've been cursed.

I hope one day my happiness will come.