Wilted Rose

Wilted Rose

A Poem by Classestnine
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I'm just not sure what to do anymore.

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Petals fall with each passing hour

As my mind continues breaking

These vines wrap ever tighter

The thorns dig in drawing red from my skin


As I scream for help

My voice grows thin

These wounds cage me

Zipping my lips shut with fear


I can’t struggle anymore

Fighting seems pointless

I can no longer break free

From these thought that are killing me

© 2017 Classestnine


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Added on February 1, 2017
Last Updated on February 1, 2017
Tags: Broken, Done, Dying

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Classestnine
Classestnine

Redding, CA



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