Once upon a time I swore I had a heart, but now my life is falling apart. Now I wonder where is the dark tree. The one that will save me. Now the pain is going to continue being overwhelming, and it may seem wrong that on the past I am forever dwelling. My fear is going to be constantly swelling. What can one expect when when I see others condemning. So now I wait for the dark tree and pray that no one will hang with me. I want to be alone and isolated when I die. It hurts when all I can see is heartbreak and many a lie. I can see so many others with their pain blinding themselves with some form of a high. I will try to help when I see someone about to cry. From this pain I will never be free so I wait and wait to find the dark tree. I hate the fact that there are so many out there having a broken heart. It makes we want to rush and mend it so it’s not completely apart. I have helped people before but from my life they all depart. It just makes my life feel forever ripped apart. So now I wonder where is the tree. For it can never truly save me.