Trees & Ghosts & Long, Lost Echos

This is a call
2 all those in constant torment
Whose rl self is dormant
Hidden deep within

Those whose hearts r cold
Because this world is cold...
Whose very soul is frozen
Because this world turns a cold shoulder, blinded
By what they desire, they 4get
That other humans r around them

Those close 2 breaking
Hands r shaking
♥'s broken
Won't b awoken

Given up belief
In everything but sorrow
& waking up 4 the next 2morro...
Seems more like a pain...
Then the gift every1 says it's suppose 2 b

Hope is lost
Feelings lost
& living seems like...
nothing more then slow suicide.

Feel like u'r driftin'
Storm ain't liftin'
& Pain & Agony r the only friends u kno
Feels like the end, no more glo
Luck's gone
Picked up and left
Another blood-stained dawn
Fells like no more then theft...
Of what u used 2 kno
U kno....b4 people became a foe
Feels like u'r on ur own
Completely unknown

But u'r not!
There's more like u...
Just reach out 4 help....
& I'll b there 2 help u
Maybe not in person
But my spirit will find u
& help u on ur way
Even tho we've never met
I kno what u'r goin' thro
Think there's no healing
No more feeling...

But I'm reaching 4 u
Thro this page and every other
Because no 1 knos me but paper
& thro these pages I let my spirit free
Free....2 help others like me

Free 2 help the Trees
& the Crying Echos
& the Lost, Lonely Echos

The Trees...
Watching the world go by
Just swirling with it
Because they think they can't change anything
They feel they have no voice
They're misunderstood
Crowded out by all the other plants
& forcing their way thro stones
But no 1 notices them....

So they try 2 stay safe
In their own little world
Safe is something valuable here
& something not ez-ily found
Somehow....somehow reality always gets in
Thro the smallest of cracks in the bark...
& no 1 sees the tru beauty in the Tree
Because every1 is 2 busy
Looking at the forest it grows in

The Ghosts
Not 2 b seen
Not 2 n heard
Nor touched 4
All things pass thro them...
Or so they all tell themselves
The feel nothing
No caring emotion
& no corrosion
So they eat away at them
Thinking they feel nothing....
Pain moves right thro them
They tell themselves
as the Ghost floats about....
Aimlessly....Endlessly....Restlessly....
Searching 4 some1...
Any1....who cares 2 notice them
2 help them...but help never comes...

But perhaps...the saddest of all
R those Cold...Lost Echos...
Those of which were formally human
But now r changed beyond knowing...
Twisted and Bent....Distorted...
& now they sound like the cries...
The cries of wounded animals

Yes....cries which drift 4ever but...
But no 1 seems 2 hear them
Well...not until they r stopped so coldly....suddenly
Then we realize they were
& now r not...

Then we all seem...
2 care about these Lost Echos
Which used 2 drift thro cold people who
Who now suddenly care...
All at once, 2 l8...
People who watch with blind eyes
As people die 4 no reason
With no sympathy
Then tell every1 they love life
Meanwhile they send others 2 die

People...who didn't care b4
Now...now suddenly think their life
Is of some value...
Y?
Y, people who change like waves of water?
Y, People who watch innocents suffer?
Y is it u care now?
Y...r they valuable now?
Because they're not here?
Y!?
ANSWER!
Answer me, heartless...cold world
Full of people who think
Life has no value until it's gone!
Answer me....hawks which prey on weak
Until now...when the weak r gone...
Then they think themselves saints...nuns....
They didn't cause anything, they'll say

Y....y do we treat people like...
Like Echos and Ghosts and Trees?
But then they r human....
Only once something happens....
When the Tree is cut down....
The Ghost moves on...
& the Echos finally fade...2 nothing....

Y should they suddenly b
Precious 2 us now?
Is it because, only once gone....
Do we realize they were there?
Or we finally realize
They WERE human beings...
But y...did we treat them...
So inhuman b4?
Ignored them...so cruelly...

When all a Tree is looking 4
Is a way 2 reach the sun...
All a Ghost wants is some1
Who cares 2 c them...
& all an Echo wants
Is an ear 2 confide in,
A way 2 b heard above the clamor
Of everyday life....

All they want.....
Is a Treasured Friend....
2 help them find their way

So, all u so called
“Civilized human beings”
Think a while....
About the lives u've caused....
2 end.

The Trees u've cut
With no remorse
The Ghosts u've perished
Without a second thought
The Echos u've silenced....
Without even giving them a chance...
2 speak with a tru ♥

Once u do this....
Then tell me how “Civil” u think
The human race is...
& I will prove u wrong...
Because some1 has 2.

& 2 all those Trees and Ghosts and Echos
Don't let these beasts...
Who claim 2 b better
Kill u...because I 2...
Was an Echo
& I was no more...
Then a faint Whisper...
When finally some1 heard me
& I realized then that I
Was never alone
& neither r u
Just because no 1 there cares
Doesn't mean someone else u may not kno
Doesn't either
If nothing else...
U've got me there...

I'll always care
4 those like me
& I'll never 4get
Where I started from
How I started
No matter where I go
& how far I go...
I will always b
No more then a Tree

& I will watch over u
No matter how close 2 the sun I get
So if u ever feel alone
& I know sometimes u do
Just read this poem
& remember I'm here
& even if my body leaves
My soul will live on
& I will keep watching
All those like me
So this is my call
2 all the Ghosts and Trees and Echos
So they never fade away...like I almost did.