The woods is where I feel free.
A place I can express my emotions.
Let out the pain. Scream it out. Fall to my knees.
Hide my face in my hands.
Catching all of the tears that are falling.
That I once thought were gone.
I am still here.
I am stuck here.
I can't die.
I have tried.
I am forced to stay.
At the moment I thought it was all going to end..
I was wrong. Dead wrong.
I keep on breathing. Can't stop.
My heart still throbs.
As it keeps on beating like a drum.
It will still fight to keep me alive.