I’m Tired

I’m Tired
I’m tired of living with the will to die
I’m tired of people telling me I shouldn’t cry
I’m tired of having to make myself so small
I’m tired of living with my back against the wall
I’m tired of feeling permanently stuck
I’m tired of feeling like I want to give up
Now what’s this I hear about a talking tree?
Something about branches that can speak to me
Telling me I don’t have to take this pain to my grave
Telling me how to constructively release my rage
So many lost souls were simply hidden in this tree
Each branch I touch whispers “here, we are free”