Plastic Trees

With my paper flowers,
And Plastic Trees,
I promise Im not what I seem.

Even the girls,
We consider so smart,
Are secretly suffering from broken hearts.

And Im praying youll notice me here hurting and,
run away,
away from me.

My last breath travels,
through my throat,
My skin is cold and you can never know.

I dont need a path,
But I must leave this town,
Im praying I dont push you down.

Touch my face,
And taste my tears.
Im just so glad that you are here.

But if you stay,
Youll drown with me.
Im gone and you may never breathe.

Care for me,
if you take my hand,
Still hope you run. Please understand..

I have to find
the strength to stand and
run from them,
Far from them.

Twisted hair,
Bloodied knees.
I whisper lies in my plastic trees.