When I die, bury me in roses
as I disintegrate back into the earth where my body came from.
Six
feet
deep
everyone knows it.
I hope you integrate my view
where everyone thinks you're dumb.
Too conscious for my own sane.
Please there is no one to blame.
I detached from my attachments
I patched my fragments but crashed in thoughts entrapments.
YOU ARE READING
The Entity Depression
PoetryA diary filled with my poetry that I write when I am depressed.
