Sometimes
all of the world is on my shoulders.
The pain is a noose around my neck,
tight and threatening.
Have you ever been overwhelmed
by the hatred in our hearts?
Some days it seems so right
to jump.
evil
[Being human] 012.
Sometimes,
this world wears
me to the bone.
Have you ever seen the trees
mourn our humanity?
They know what we won’t see,
that the whole while
we’re killing each other,
we’re the goddamn enemy.