A Flower and Me
I have these feelings as I sit in this chair
I seem to keep thinking it's so unfair
Afraid of all the things that are possible
That being everything because nothing is impossible
Loneliness when there's no one around
Nothing to listen to, not even a sound
As I sit here alone, I shed my tears
Releasing all emotions, especially the fears
Emptiness replaces them all as they slowly fade
Knowing they'll return after simply being made
I struggle every day with what I should do
And the fight of what to say is unbearable too
It's hard because of my decisions in life
Even harder when I reach for the knife
It's like an escape to get away from it all
Suddenly it ends as I begin to fall
Coming back to reality without the guilt
My life resembling a flower as it begins to wilt...
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