don’t trim that tree, don’t touch that tree–
that tree is where i hung those fucking halloween ghosts
that fall, the last time when she was alive and everything was okay,
before the world caved in on itself.
the rest of my life it will never be okay,
and i have to wake up every morning now
knowing if i choose to keep going
then i have to keep going without her
and sometimes the weight of that crushes me beyond what any words could describe.
so don’t trim that tree, don’t touch that tree–
that tree is the last time i was fucking happy.