I am nothing but a tree
Can you hear my screams in this vast forest
As i am being chopped up
The ax coming down onto my trunk from all sides
Cutting in so deep by the people who were meant to care for you and protect you
But in the end having them surround you and chop you up
And use you for nothing more than their own purposes
Using you until there's nothing left but an old dead stump
Can you see it in this fog
These tears you all have created
Pouring down like the rain but never stopping
Chop after Chop, Slash after slash
Is there no end to this pain?
Question after question I have asked
But no one answers
You tell them what they have done but yet it bounces off them
Like a ball never getting through the pavement
Only bouncing up and down
Until it just stops and rolls away
Everything crashes into you
You question yourself and others
Yet again no one answers
They leave you questioning are you the one going mad?
Or is it the people around you who have gone mad?
Either way it doesn't matter
Cause in the end
I am still a tree
As they use me then leave me to die
In this vast forest
Empty and alone
And never to be seen or heard from again.
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