Even Flowers Wither

I wrote this when I was feeling extremely vulnerable. Writing helps. Writing always helps - even if no one does. Always remember that.

I’m so tired

Can you carry this weight for me?

I’m losing my breath, 

Can you breathe for me?

Like a flower in the meadows,

Pluck me, I’m the one you see

Oh I’m so bright on the outside

And this pain is out of sight 

Lift me and scatter me around,

It doesn’t make a difference if I’m already broken

Burn me to the very last bit

So that I can be forgotten

I can’t feel better

I only get sadder

I’m so tired and I’m not me 

Until when must I hold on to this misery?

I’m so vulnerable,

I don’t think I can’t continue

If flowers can wither, 

I will wither too. 

Nothing lasts forever

Because even flowers wither

Author's Note

Please ignore grammar problems, thank you!

Reviews

[sette]

it is an emotional poem very expressive too.

[Nisha M.]

Thank you so much for you kind comment!

[sette]

you are welcome