when people find out that I'm depressed
they say they never would have guessed
that one so lively and so sweet
would slice through her skin in hushed defeat
they ask me "how does one so great
decide there's no happiness in her fate?"
to which I say, "where flowers grow
are any plucked before the tortured rose?"
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
when people find out that I'm depressed
they say they never would have guessed
that one so lively and so sweet
would slice through her skin in hushed defeat
they ask me "how does one so great
decide there's no happiness in her fate?"
to which I say, "where flowers grow
are any plucked before the tortured rose?"
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