Perception - The Green Leaves

Perception is reality

I’ve ran myself into a rut

I’d rather die than bloom where I’ve been planted

My sight is clouded by visions of myself drowning

Repeatedly in a bottomless swamp of misery

And self-loathing

Misery, self-loathing

There will be no miracles here

Yet another day, 24 closer to death

I can’t bear to open my eyes, let alone look ahead

You can’t see what I see, so you can’t understand

How I think

My perception is BLEAK

I’m a dead plant, stop watering me