And like a flower
I keep losing parts of me
Is it the wind's fault
that it blows too hard?
Is it my fault
that I easily fall apart?
Is it the petal's fault
that it can't hold on?

And like a flower
I try to bloom

But like a flower
I always wither

I am losing myself
just like how I lost everyone else

Slowly, painful, little by little
then all at once