My Tree

The roots lead to something special, his inner soul,
He protected me and gave me a place to hide.
He had a part of me, my emotions he stole,
I couldn't go home, I'd sit by his side.
He grew and flourished, bursts of colour he shone, 
He was a place I could go to escape,
No seed would be the same, no seed could be regrown,
In these branches, I felt like this was my fate. 
He didn't go anywhere,
I watched him become damaged and weak,
I am evil, I watched him die but this is something a little girl can't repair.
He couldn't run. He couldn't speak. 
He left, I cried, I have nowhere to go,
He got taken, it wasn't his choice.
They took him and started taking more and more and more.
People chanted for help, no one listened.