The flowers began to die
They would change color
They would curl
And suddenly they all died

And I am sick mentally
Hoping I will get better soon

I stopped walking in where the flowers were
Because I would break down
And I would water them
With my tears
And I knew I couldn't go back there
It's just too depressing
& yet I haven't cleaned it
Because I'm not ready to let go
Hoping that someday
Someone will walk in that room
And pick me up every time I fall
While we clear up the room

We'll replant new flowers
& watch them grow
Into something so Beautiful
So breathtaking