Willow Tree Bush

My family betrayed me.
My friends played me.
The time in this world,
not enough, decayed me

The torture bewildered
my mind and my life.
And now I’m living
with all this anger in strife.

Why can’t I try to believe I won’t fall,
down in the ditch.
There's nothing at all.

The torture,
the pain,
It's to much to carry
My soul, my heart
have become very weary.

So I’ll run, I’ll hide.
I won’t try to push.
I’ll sit down and cry,
Under this willow tree bush.

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