unnurtured soil

born from drugs there's alcahal in my blood I know my parents past born a mistake you say I was not intentional but if you had the chance to back would you change the plans? would you not have planted the seed that now lays under the rocks that piles on top of me the piles dig into my skin like like crows who dig in land I'm a forgotten piece of the puzzle I lay in the dry soil waiting to grow but I can't seem to break through the crust of underlying forgotten dust I want to breathe but I'm submerged underwater barely reaching the surface but it's okay no one would even notice I'll stay continuing to attempt my run away but I already know I can't rip my life away out of the soil and rocks that I lay beneath trying to breathe