rose bush lungs

it's more often than not

and all it takes is a single thought

who woulda thought it'd be me

joining a march to the sea

the weight settles over heart

and the panic begins to start

rose bushes sprout in my lungs

all words sound from foreign tongues

the thorns dig in

the roses break through and burn my skin

my heart beat rapidly rising 

my head i begin despising 

but i'm okay

that's what they like to say

if they ignore my diagnoses it'll just go away right?

what do doctors know my brain is surly alright