The Grand Tree

Sadness runs through my veins
 Fueled by memories of the past, a familiar pain
 What do I have to gain
 When I constantly reflect on bitter life with disdain
 I have no home, feeling alone
 Is this all I have? Sadness inside
 All I wanted was to be like them
 Happiness and a life full of friends
 And I'm sorry I can't meet these ends
 I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
 But I'm more than this
 Love breaks the shackles of my self loathing bliss
 I am free, I am free from this
 Let me go in peace
 You are a tree, that sprouts, blooms, and dies
 The seasons change, but methods stay the same
 I'm trying to better myself, but it's easy to fill the void of an empty shell
 Addiction, anxiety and, depression
 Leads only to my dissection of who I am
 Only to find that I'm nothing instead
 A case of chemical destruction
 My brain lacks a longing, fulfilled direction
 You are a tree, that sprouts, blooms, and dies
 The seasons change, but methods stay the same
 Is life worth living when only present is suffering
 I'm full of love but aggressions of self hate suffocate
 Sadness runs through my veins
 Feeling alive
 Nothing fuels my mind
 Feeling alive
 Words of comfort sometimes get me by
 You are a tree, that sprouts, blooms, and dies
 The seasons change, but methods stay the same
 Is life worth living when only present is suffering
 I'm full of love but aggressions of self hate suffocate