Thalia's poem
I was a tree for years
I saved the camp
I saved my friends
I survived
I was a tree for years
it was a living hell
it was like a never ending sleep
I survived
I was a tree for years
I missed my life
Never saw my sweet 16
I survived
I was a tree for years
I could have died
I could never be here
I survived
But I don't call this surviving