Death
in my eyes

The only living thing inside me
is weeds

I cough out
sadness

I have two hearts
only one hurts

I am undesirable
no one wants me
I am unfixable

Waking up in cold sweat
I can't remember the nightmare
I dreamt

It's a good thing

    now I'm lost thinking
what was it
I feared

I'm afraid
I'm terrified
I'm stuck inside

I've haven't touched the world

I'm petrified

I've always wanted to be a flower

the one
everyone wants to pick

I've become a plant in the wrong place

It seems that you already knew
when you gave me the roses.
It seems that you already felt
when you cut from the rosebush.
Our love was like those roses that you gave me,
Already grown in the rosebush
is red passion
Delicate as our fights
and
if cut has expiration date.
Our love is like the roses you gave me,
At first fascination
but
when you least expect…
it dies.