I bury them in the garden

Bury those in the garden.

I push them down so hard that
they 'disapear'.

I forgot I did that. I do that,
Because I don't like being hurt. But
it hurts me, i know.

I understand
I still do it, and
it isn't stopping,

so I will watch as the trees that flower in the spring start to slow
and the plants that grow soft wilt
and the bushes that are tough start to dry
And i watch as my garden dies.
Bury them in the garden

As they disapear they are Not gone

They will hurt you still.
But.

I bury them in the garden.