Steph Shuff
the inverse of a suicide
This world itches at me
scratches my skin like a
wool sweater I cannot remove
that I am forced to wear
even when I no longer need it to
keep me warm
I am overheating in this life
forced to wear this heavy robe
long after it has served its purpose
I am no longer cozy in it
I am sweating
Take it off
Of all the societies we
could have built,
we built this one?
People suffer under such
a burden they don't even
know why they strain
Of all the worlds we
could have made,
we made this one?
None of us can stand under the weight
so we kneel to ease the pain
I don't want to be in this world anymore
the inverse of a suicide
I want to be alive
I simply want this world to die
one oppressor at a time