Sadness is the only
Color he has left
In his cheeks.
Hollowed out cheekbones
Are prominent against
The rest of his
Fragile body.
All he can see
Is himself running
In a foggy forest,
Trying to escape his
Demons.
He sees himself
Crying in the woods
Lost and broken..
He runs out of
The house to find
The eerie forest.
It is calling to him,
To come and get lost
Beneath the branches.
Animals watch him
As he runs to the tree.
All alone in the middle
Of the surrounding
Stands the Tree of Life
With a rope attached to
The branch.
The young boy walks closer
To the roots
And notices a pen and paper.
He writes his suicide note
And proceeds to walk
To the rope.
He makes a hole
Large enough to
Fit his head.
Tears stroll down
His cheeks and lets
His feet slip beneath him.
The last thing he saw was
The light shining on the leaves.
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryThese are all poems written by me, if you use them please give me credit. Thank you
