Because it's 4 a.m. now,
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.*
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just a little thing I wrote one night and typed up finally *** it almost faded off my arm x.x
