My life as a flower.

I shall wilt in fear.

I grow towards death.

I crumble the fastest.

I die by suicide,

not **** spray.

I walk through the streets. I watch the fights, the pickups, the undertone speaking, the voices, the laughter. I think, I think. What is happening to this world. I don't get it. Am I thee only one here with a mind and heart? My soul fills with thoughts, though I do not speak. No, for it's not my time. The voices of people. The voices roam towards me. I push back. People's words' have brought me down. Killed me. I will listen, yes. But I will not care. Only the voices of trust, honesty, and forgiveness will be thought of. The voices of you're mouth to my mind. The voices, the voices.

The fragrance of sweet red.

Leading you towards the fiery pit of pedals.

The thing of love. 

To me is the thing of death.

To mourn then place.

One by one, extinct.

The beauty of life. 

Pedals fall one, two, and so on.

Rose,
beautiful,
deadly.

Rose.

Pain through my body.

World of hate. 

Hatred. 

Pain.

****.

Mom, you have showed me to laugh.

Tough times at school.

Grades, people.

You shined through.

Strait from heart to heart.

You are a positive.

You made me.

You are me life instructor, my way to life.

You have showed me a path.

I am a purpose.

I am rain.

You don't hide like other when I may start create lightning bolts.

No, no you, you calm me, create me.

I love you.

Thank you mom.

Tough times shine through when you are near.

You are my hero.

You are my god.

Sometimes my only belief.

I love you, yet again said.

But not expressed.

You always ask me.

"Amber, how much do you love me?"

Well mommy, this is it.

I love you.

Thank you.

<3

They scare me.

I hide.

They scream at me.

I run.

They laugh.

I cry.

They are free.

I am stuck.


My mind is them.

The people.

The faces.

The words.


To me.

Towards me.

Behind me.

About me.


There words taunt me.

They haunt me.

They don't **** me.

I **** myself.


There voices.

In my head.

Night, day.

Always and forever.

They stay.

The memories.

The words.

In my head.

The memories ****.

I forgive.

I don't mean it.

I try to forget. 

But always fail.

The memories.