When we were younger the world was but an open field, our minds said it was not enough, we had nature sure, but not good enough, and so we grew, as we grew we took away nature, bit by bit, piece by piece, leaving a broken empty shell, we grow and grow, and we try and reach nature, but its all fake, its all lies, the plants are gone, they took them away, with every word, because according to their logic, words can’t hurt, but they never used only words, the bruises stay hidden like lies, the innocence and love broken and hollowed, the world cracks, my brain breaks, was it all my fault?
Was it all my fault, all of the cuts, was it really mercy that was undeserved, was it really because of one thing? Did she still hate my very birth, rue the day I existed, because I took away the glory, is this why it was all my fault, why they can take you in and out of the world, are all of them like this? Manipulation, lying, heartbreak, it was all fake, a conman married a mistake and I was created, a simple puppet on a string, a piece of gum chewed up and thrown out? Is this all I am to them, a thing to control, I make the same mistakes, but instead of another ones simple sorry, they give bruises, cuts, harm, lies, they break me like the nature we once had.
this is not about nature.