To the Flowers

my whole life feels like a lie.

walk away from me....

i don't have the strength

to say, "i'm happy for you".

the rain in my heart

never did fall to a drizzle,

much less a mist...

and now i truly wonder

why i do exist.

everything is gone,

and everybody dies,

and looking to the flowers

won't make me any wiser.

i have to carry on,

whether i forget or not.

put it away in the shadows,

the back of my mind.

i have to get away.

and i hope someday

i could be brave enough

to say, "i'm happy for you".

but that's light years away.

for now, it's May.

and i have to learn

not to be taken anymore.