I'm all the way up

 

i'm all the way up
alone here atop my tree
though i tore through 
friends to get here
my days are filled with me

no one to tell me who i am
no one to tell me no
no one to hold me when i'm scared
no one help me grow

my days are getting longer now
my moments pale & grey
each time i go to speak out loud
i have less and less to say

so quiet now 
so still 
so free
alone here atop my tree
if only now
a friend could see
this loneliness in me

but my pride holds on
its grip is strong
as day by day i see
i bought a lie
and now i'll die
alone here atop my tree


matt francis

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