I am outside my house tonight, Sitting in my tree,
Knowing of all the things that are not alright, knowing I'm trapped with my own thoughts, of self hate, and my only friend right now, is a ******* tree, Because they don't have cell service or phones, Because they never had a humanoid option even on man, so while you sleep thinking I'm fine, Know that it was a lie, and I may think of all the ways to go die, but to leave the world I can't have anyone on my side and the tree is on my side, and does a good job at pretending to be you, telling me I should of, just talked to you. but, I lied to you instead. I'm sorry, my possible friend.* ____________________
just a little thing I wrote one night and typed up finally *** it almost faded off my arm x.x