Shallow

I feel shallow,
if I was to dive into myself
I'd hit my head.

Concussion, bleed.
Maybe letting it out
would do me good.

I want to go,
to an empty forest
and scream.

Someone always hears,
these days.
I cannot get away.

But in the rush,
the meandering bustle
I stand raging.

Little occurances,
drive me to the shallow,
the nectar.

I swallow the shallow,
it poisons me.
But it does some good.

I see a way out,
its so close.
Don't fuck it up.

I might just,
Maybe the trees will
listen.