Sometimes, I wish I was a tree, par M. Mc Graugh

Sometimes, I wish I was a tree

Sometimes, I wish I was a tree:

Tall, wide, and majestic as can be.

One with branches that sway slowly.

Watching above, everything I would see.

Sometimes, I wish I was an oak.

One that went to sleep and never woke.

My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.

But I’m still a kid Only don’t tell my dad that. He’ll say, no, you’re not a kid And you haven’t been a kid in a lo… I guess that when I cry,

Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.

If only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper

The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it

I wish I could tell my brother That I loved him, But the words are tight in my thro… And I’m a coward. I wish I didn’t say “thank you”

I feel so lonely. I want to die. Feeling like the only one on earth… My laughter is a lie. Laugh on, laugh on.

My mother is the darkness inside m… She planted the seed That grew into brambles, And now, I can’t be loud Because she makes me so

I could hop on a train. Grow akin to the screaming and whi… Where would I go? Far from here, from cold. Tell my parents my love,

Dignity is death.

I’m silently screaming Alone in the bathroom. The tears of a sinner Won’t let my fears go. I’m suddenly drowning.

Walking by at night, I saw the falling snow Tumble down like sleep. God, how could you be So cruel as to give

It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to

I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.

You don’t ask me to speak. You never expect my opinion. I was your second child In a runaway marriage. I suppose I loved you once,