The Story Of a Suicide

From a dry tree a leaf was born whose leaf
Bleed like a human being
There was a boy that there were no friends
He then created an affinity with this tree
He became part of it
She became her companion until after a few years they
Cut her leaving only leaves that dried in her hand becoming razors

Today he cuts himself with razors
Having this as the best way to express himself and manifest
Talking out the great confusion that exists in your mind
Time passed and his face would only die a good and pleasant expression

Depression and anxiety was only getting worse
By making cuts and Holes no longer useful
Util the day the boy decided to use a gun
On a Sunday Night tô shoot a bullet in his own Head
When they found him, his body rotten
And said that a tree branch hugged hum