He was the Tree that got chopped down,
He was too "old" to live...
The taker of life came along,
The tree tried to survive.
Now it's too late because he's dead,
He was the giving tree!
His roots remain as the leaves me-
His death stung like a bee!
Before he died, I carved my name,
In his heart I will stay!
If I told him I love him,
Would he stop feeling gray?
But the demons clawed at his trunk,
Which caused him so much PAIN!
Why must you take your life away?
Now I'm on a airplane...
Just to see if I can see you,
The star starts to shine bright.
My heart starts to crumble quickly,
My throat starts to get tight!
Feel like Death is coming slowly,
If he goes, I go too!
But then I hear, " I love you too"!
Then I cry out, " miss you"!
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Lifeline
PoetryDepression is something that some people don't know about. In this book it will be on depression and my journey with depression. (Honestly turns into a book of everything lol).
