Question of my Life.

I can feel my body shake.
Hands are reaching out at me.
I scream and yell,
but it's likes nobody hears me.
They tie me tight
to this freezing metal chair.
I bite the rope
it's way too thick.
There's no point now,
no reason to try.
Well only one.
The reason im here in the first place
is the reason to try and get out.
The one I love
who drives me insane.

Why am I here?
I've gone crazy.
Why? you ask.
Because of you.
What you put me through
I dont even think you know you do.
Im broken inside.
Just a dead root.
Your the tree,
alive, healthy, and beautiful.
But think about it:
Trees cant live without their roots,
so why can you live without me?
Question of my life.

Now they shut the door,
left me by myself
in the dark.
I sit still tied to this chair.
Scratches on my face from my own nails.
I dont want to be here,
but it was my plan all along.
-It was a plan full of sufferings along the way.
Yet I managed to fake a smile each and everyday.-
To be alone and helpless
even though I already was.
Just in a quieter place.
Even though I heard every creak
plus your voice booming inside my head.
Loud and abnoxious.
But sweet and beautiful.
I cant cover my ears
but I wouldnt anyways.
This may be the last I have of you.
I see your face in every corner.
Now just everywhere I look.
I squeeze my eyes shut. tight.
Trying to keep you out,
I have to open them again, though.
Im urging to see you.
Hallucination or not.
I let it take over me
Im then gone.
Gone into a dream
full of happiness.
Full of you.

Just remember,
your that alive, healthy, beautiful tree.
Im your dead roots.
Trees cant live without their roots.
So why can you live without me?
Question of my life.