Breakdowns in the Forest

Mental breakdowns in the forest

Where the rain falling from my eyes are hidden by the tears falling from the sky

The rushing traffic drowned out by whispering trees

Forests were made for breakdowns

For shaking bodies and hands that are hidden my the windblown leaves

The trees act as your shield as you lose whatever self control you had left and you lose it

Trees know about loss so they help to make you invisible from those around

To give you time to grieve just like the clouds to

And organic mental breakdown

Away from traffic you keep telling yourself to run into

Fetal position assumed just like the creatures of the forest

Mental breakdowns were made for forest covers

Where cries are masked by whispering trees and howls of wind

Where crying eyes make you queen of the forest, for providing rain

For providing life.



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