Through the day and through the night, through the love and through the fight.
On the path, through the woods, wearing your once favorite hood.
Parents fight about it all, you just want to live the fall.
Not a sound, not a peep, welcome to the hanging tree.
After the walk you settle down, light the fire on the ground.
Then it’s night and it is dark, fire burns a little bark.
Fire burns out as dark as a crisp, pain sensation all that you wish.
Blood is running to your knees, welcome to the hanging tree.
(A.N. this is my best poem ever XD :P. hope you enjoy!)
oof if my teacher is reading this post because of the link to the art then HELLLOOOOOOOO XDDD
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