while staring deep into this forest i can see that there's nothing but a deep breath for me here.
a chance to smell the flowers and take a breath.
in this dense forest no one can hear me scream and only the animals here will judge me.
only the sparkling, tall trees can see me break.
within the leaves of the forest my tears won't be seen.
my insanity won't get over-analyized.
the giant trees will simply breathe along with me,
shake with me as i sob and shiver.
the bushes here will keep me safe.
the dirt here will be my comforting blanket.
and these trees will be the only thing able to handle me.
November 16th, 2019
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Poetrysometimes i'm scrambled. (created November 2nd, 2019) (ended July 15th, 2020)
