I had a flower I saw it bloom I witnessed it wilt I felt its pain as if I too was the flower as if I took bloomed as if I wilted and fell and crumbled as if I was once beautiful and thriving but fell down and down because all things come to an end it makes me pain to know that there's no care no love no feeling behind everything one thing is lost and nothing else matters Oh this lovely flower of mine my soul how it once bloomed and how it now wilts how it once had many flowers standing proud next to it but now yes now they are all gone taken in all by another As if it too can feel me As if it has a mind on its own I wish oh how I wish that flower can be happy unlike me who is sad who doesn't function like so who can't find joy in things as they did before Who is me Oh this lovely flower of mine a soul how I wonder if it is truly mine how I wonder if I is surely and truly for me or if it like everything else is for them How I wonder how my happiness bugs you why I must ignore and stay silent If my happiness tampers you like so stay away why must your happiness base of mine being gone why must your enjoyment be putting me down tell me and if it is real that you can't say let me be indeed happy Oh this flower of yours your soul how corrupted it is how it looks of rot how I can't seem to grasp to understand how it works How my happiness, how it was once, has turned into something of yours into something that yes truly disgusts me.
yay stay tuff guys ❤
