Willow Tree

Pitter patter of rain running down my window pane me sitting here with a heart full of pain trying to cope with the contents of my mind. It's like shifting thru a trinket box looking for one piece, something worth holding onto, one true feeling of hope. I feel as though im in a room Sadness surrounds me like a damp fog looking for a hand to hold onto, they feel slick unable to hold on im suffocating by my own feelings, swinging lifeless from a weeping willow tree.