The Dying Flower.
Spring...when the flowers meet the edge of the ground. Like breaking out of my shell, which is impossible, to me at least. "Why don't you smile more," people say. Sometimes I wish i could be pretty, with a hundred dollar smile, clear skin... Guess i wasn't lucky enough. "At least you woke up this morning, be thankful for what you have." I wake up in the morning just to die inside again which is the worst part. It's like a flower, they come out of the ground just to die, and then do it all over again. It's the same thing everyday, like a cycle. When the flower dies water can't fix it, just like me. You can't fix me with complements when I've been broken for so long... In the snap of a finger your dead, just like a flower, one snap of a finger, and it's already dying. Don't try to save it, or me...when you didn't try before...
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