Trees
Trees that stand so tall
Over my head they look down
Down on me and my broken heart
Here I stand holding the remains in my hands
Hoping the trees can help me
Like they have helped so many times before
I always walk through these woods when my mind is lost
When I'm hurt and confused
I'd ask for their help
And they would show me the way
They would speak to me so softly
But this time they just stand tall
They say nothing
They look down on me
As the tears fall from my eyes
He hurt me so badly
My life will never be the same
I scream out "I want to die! Please just help me...somebody...anybody"
They stand tall
I fall to the ground at their feet
My heart shatters on the ground
It will never be able to be fixed now
I just lay there in the leafs of the trees
Then I hear a voice
A voice of a boy
He looks me in the eyes and asks "Are you ok?"
He holds out his hand to help me up
The trees stand tall and look down at me with a smile
And I say "thank you"
The trees helped me once again
Copyright © Brooke Story | Year Posted 2011
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