My life had crumbled,
Petals falling to the floor,
Little by little,
I wither some more,
Sunlight always just out of reach,
Yet there was you,
A flower budding in Spring,
Growing strong from the roots,
Grow in the sun,
Blossom so vibrant,
So as I wither,
I hope you bloom.
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Ash and Roses
PoetryPoetry I started years ago and have started adding to again cause why not. Life is a bitch, eat a banana and move on yadada. So this is about abuse, self harm, depression and mental illness. I've had a bit happen to me but hey not everything is that...
