The one tree hill

The roots of life strangle me
tangle on me and take the last
breath out of me.I can't break
it even though hes just a tree.

Just let me be so i can take
this pain and retreat to the.
Anyway I can think of I'll write
even if it doesn't come out that
bright.

I'm super dumb and most days
I just feel oh so numb.I have
no real focus no magic to go
Hocus pocus.

I'll just randomly jot as if
I have some basic plot.I just
want to stop and chill but my
anxiety makes it so I can't sit
still.

I'm looking for that next wave
to give me that thrill but at
this point I don't know that it
will.We all need that activity to
give us that fill.

Finally I get a hold of that axe and
attack the trees so i can look at
this beautiful earth below my bloody
knees.