My friends seem to be walking away,
Like leaves in winter, they appear to shed.
Instead of lying on bed all day,
I'd rather just be dead.
You planted a seed of betrayal,
cleared the weeds - so rare!
It grew into a lush plant,
and soon, a rising tree of despair.
Remained a fruit of hope
amidst the excruciating pain,
you crushed it with your deceiving hands,
and left an unforgettable stain.
My uncontrollable, dripping tears
refuse to wash off the mark.
All that remains is an ever-growing tree
loneliness carved all over its bark.
