The roses wilting
Over the side of the glass
Sensed they had given up
Could not forever last
My sickening feeling
Inside of me
Sadness seeping out
Wanting to be freed
They look so tired
As if it’s the end
Flowers to one side
No way to mend
As I gaze down
Studying the floor
A tear leaves my eye
I can’t do this anymore
Grabbing the stalks
Piercing my hand
Throwing with force
Don’t care where they land
As I collapse to the floor
Feeling sorry for myself
I have given up
I need to find help
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