There's 2 flower arrangements slowly withering away on my kitchen table. A symbol meant to represent love and sympathy yet to me they show the struggles of life. A flower becomes a lifeless struggle once cut from it's roots. A slow process that shows no mercy and the flower eventually dies without a second chance. They become prisoners of a vase given rations of water in hopes to keep them beautiful just a little while longer.
I hate flowers for this very reason. Why give someone something you know will soon die?
My life is like a flower, plucked from it's safe ways of normality then left to fend like a rat in cage.
I was meant to die a death like the dead hollow existence that's inside of me.
There is no reflection in the mirror. It feels like forever since a smile has graced my face.
I hate flowers for this very reason. Why give someone something you know will soon die?
My life is like a flower, plucked from it's safe ways of normality then left to fend like a rat in cage.
I was meant to die a death like the dead hollow existence that's inside of me.
There is no reflection in the mirror. It feels like forever since a smile has graced my face.
