It’s crazy how something as small as a leaf could represent my life so accurately
They grow up with the warmth of their mother and friends
Hundreds of leaves just dancing in the wind with each other, happy
But once you grow older you experience the weather, the rain, the heat, and the cold
You become weak, you are no longer able to hold on to what you hold dearest to yourself; your life
You struggle to hang onto the branch, and the pain from gripping so desperately is too much too handle
So you let go, you let go of your life and put it in the past, and you hit rock bottom
Alone, cold, and slowly rotting away you become depressed
And no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you try to get back up, to piece together your life once again
The wind will slow down and you find yourself struggling to get off the ground once again
You become weaker and weaker, you start to rip apart, rot away, but you don’t give up this hopeless battle for your life back
But once again, you fall face first into depression
Cold, broken, and alone, you finally pick your spot on the ground to begin to decompose with all hopes of being happy lost
You go numb, you lose the feeling of feelings, lost in nothingness
Crying your eyes dry until you finally close your eyes and give up.