My words to you
Always silenced by me
I starve them at the tip of my tongue
The same you did, when you were young
Not with your words, but with your food
I'm begging you, keep your sanity
Stay on your feet, a little longer for me
Or I will lift off mine, and onto a rope in your purple tree

I'm grieved with a lonely absence
The silence cannot set me free
Only your shriveled touch
The one I never see
You told me not to worry
So worry I had not
You told me you would get better
And better you had not

I only wish you understood
I would love you, if I could
I lie under your purple tree
A rope in my hand
A weary kid at ease
No longer on his worn down knees
To hang myself
In your purple tree