The Crying Place

Everyone has that someone who they run to,
Except me.
I have the crying space.
It's between two trees
And in the night that's deepened by their shadows
I walk from one tree to the next
Lean against the bark like it's a shoulder
And wish for a place to scream.
I know of one
One where no one else would be
But it's far away,
For now I just have the crying space.
So just for now I cry
I open up the gates and let the trees see myself
Because trees cannot judge
And in between them is a safe place,
Shrouded in the dark
And it's to them I run for a shoulder,
Only for them I'll let down the false wall.
Everyone has that someone who they run to,
Except me.