Free From Misery

         I was standing there staring at the trees feeling misery. I was stuck in the forest with just the trees staring back at me. I was not feeling free, but only misery. You think you can trust those who love you, but all you get is to be stuck in the trees where you're on your knees. When the sky grows darker and there is no one to find, you're stuck in the dark divine.
         As you liner about, you start to pout, wondering if there is any one about. As you hear crackling in the woods, you look up from your hood, as a set of dark hazel shoes stand in front of you. What was next to do, as you take their hand and lead you to another land. As we walk across the ground, I trip over sticks and frown; I realize I am feeling down.
         When I fall to the ground, you look at me in discuss and walk around. I lay there and wept, when I looked up to see I was back in the forest and I was again, not free from misery. I ever thought if I could trust anyone who stepped foot in my reach, could heal my breach.
         I lay there and cried feeling no pride, but if I would ever feel alive. I never thought I would be alone, until I entered in the falling snow where my misery was shown. I lay here ever to think, if I will feel free of misery.