Sprouting leaves
rustling in the wind like waves
i could stay here for days.
From the ground they raise up
some roots buried deep into the ponds muck.
The tree's creak.
A language only i know how to decipher and speak.
The tree's are strong and i am weak,
but they give me the breath i need.
Their bark sometimes scarred just like my arms,
the son catches my eyes making them more blue,
i swear every tree root
grows inside me too.
My body will grow as tall as the tree's
growing old, and in the wind it creaks.
But i will never be weak
either will the tree's..
The tree is me.

Suicide was on her mind,
her smile was unkind.
She had a wild mind,
that didn't let her sleep at night.
Her thoughts way on her heavy, not light
it's either fight or flight.
She was always a fighter.
But craved to be higher,
she stood on top of that tower
starring down at the flowers
she realized she had lost the power,
to fight...
and decided to flight..
so she jumped into the night.

Broken man,
did she do that to you?
Did she rip your heart in two?
Did you fall in love with her eyes that were so blue?
Then watched them blankly stare,
after she said she never cared.
You said it wasn't true
but the words she spoke got rid of that hope.
Maybe if you could have read what was on her mind,
watched her eyes as she spoke,
she was saving you...
from what was bound to come.
Because she knew one day,
she was going to pull the trigger on that gun.

Look how the snow sparkles in the street light
trying to match the twinkle in your sad eyes.
You want to feel alive
as alive as the night.
Humming in the street light,
you slip to the cool ground
your humming the only sound.
The cold snow seeps into your clothes
while laying in the snow bed.
Happy too feel the cool sting, to know your not dead.

Staring, unseeing, into the darkness of the night,
do you know what's looking back at you?
Besides the moon,
is something watching you in your room?
For the creatures of the night are always there,
even if they aren't caught by your stare.

She's lost control again
she cut herself open
not a word she's spoken
about how much she's broken.
No medicine she takes
without it she wants to feel okay
even if she has to fake,
how much she wants to go drown herself in the lake.
Or be taken under by the waves.
She sleeps for days,
for in dreams we enter a world entirely our own
and there she doesn't feel so alone.
There she is in your arms and she is home.
But she always wakes up.
She realize's she's ****** up
when she decides to go stand in front of a truck.

I gave up after a long battle.
I had to many scars,
drank at too many bars,
wanted to stand in front of too many cars.
I refuse to be dependent on anything or anyone
so tomorrow i won't see the sun.
I'll  be long gone.
When these roses die,
so will i.