I once ran through these leaves
Feeling oh so free
The sound of the woods
Rang through my head
I felt as though I could
Relax and enjoy myself
What a good place to be
For all of eternity
I sit here on this log
Simply thinking
Of the the fog
That is rolling in
I look at myself
Of what was once me
Hanging from the tree
And I try to go back
I think about my family
And my favorite things
What will I do now?
I reflect on my life, the grief, the sorrow
Yet, I still think about tomorrow
I think about how I still had plans
And how I still want to live
I want to cry, I wanna let loose
But I no longer can, I already tied
The noose...
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The Woods
PoetryA poem about the woods. It reflects my own thoughts once upon a time. A poem on suicide and realizing it's not what you wanted.
