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Life's Garden

I feel so alone in this lonely garden of life.
My best friends are a razorblade and a knife.
I stare at this beautiful crimson flower.
It glares back at me like I’m worthless, so I cower.
I gaze through the petals of the stunning midsummer rose.
I look away, and look back. It’s petals close.
I don’t know how to handle people constantly leaving me.
They probably think they’re better off without me.
I walk farther into this garden, and all I can see from afar is flowers that have perished.
These flowers resemble my broken life, they need to be cherished.
I pick up a flower that has been destructively burnt grey.
The sun is setting, it is almost the end of the day.
Maybe I can go one more mile in this dark abyss.
Without my presence, no one will miss.
I should just go home.
Under his wonderfully  protective dome.

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