Wilted rose rotting in the garden
Winters approaching the ground has hardened

It’s cold and wet and the wilted rose
stands bent over in a lazy pose

Her petals have turned dark and brown rotting, in that garden ground

That wilted rose is all alone
hunched by little garden stone

No one thinks that rose is pretty
Stands bent over in the city

All the cars go past the rose
Watching it as it doesn’t grow

Petal falling out a day at a time
Wondering if that rose could have been mine

Am I suppose to feel anything in particular?
Because the emptiness in me is taking every last bit of my existence.
It makes me cry at night.
And it follows me like a shadow all day long.
And then the day will arrive
Where my emptiness will take over me
And swallow me into a darkness,
Which will be the darkest anything ever could be.

my friend,
when I'm with you
I remember who I am.

what is friendship
if not finding ourselves
together,

day after unsimple day,
untangling it all.

i'd say goodbye
but you've closed the door
i'm only in your pictures now
a wilted flower kept to remember

we stand together
it'd always be us
together

i promise i wont be like him
if you do too

you planted your flag on place we built together
and i couldn't see til it was burning
it'd always be us
together

right?

the flames lick at my feet
smoke pours in
i cant see you anymore
i stand alone

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come