The Sweetgum Seed

i dont remember the day i began despising my existence
i do know i showed little resistance
bidding adieu to the remnants of my innocence
knowing my farewell wasn't by coincidence
cause i want to feel a bullet make its way to my brain
i want my limbs to blacken, lying broken, in freezing snowy-rain
i just want the pleasure of peace after pain
and i need no funeral or name
let my weary body rot where i left lain
how am i here if i never came
truly, i am sorry i must be insane
now my head hangs-high up in some sweetgum tree
lifeless legs dangle as my soul breaks free
and please let be whatever is left of me
my blood is water to sweetgum seeds

by Leila Hadi

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