Withered

A Poem by Redd*Heart

The roses have wilted.
The violets are dead.
I'm no longer scared
Of the voices in my head.

The daisies are blackened
The tulips are rotting
And I guess I deserved
Everything that I've gotten

Yet it's still not enough
The pain hasn't ended.
And then I met you
And my world was upended.

I've been through hell.
And you have too.
The sound to my silence
I guess we're the perfect two.