poems i can't tell my therapist about

when i was done dying

When i was done dying i was put in the ground and buried all the way up to my skull

My body turned soft and bones went hollow and a light consumed me so a light i follwed

So the earth grew older and dirt covered me and after years i turned into a seed

I grew into a great big tree and felt as the wind rushed through my leaves

I went with the wind and soared in the sky and Asked myself was is so bad to die

The air polluted and with it so did i
So i went up and drifted out the sky

I saw all the stars float on by
As i went deeper and deeper into the dark

I saw planets and stars and all kinds of things

But sooner then later all things had been seen

And i drifted into nothing and finally felt peace