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