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