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.