Everything will just never be the same.
I don't know why.
I'm just a root of sadness
and my part of the root has been torn
apart from my flower.
Now I'm going to
slowly exhale my last breaths,
while i watch my
sad
flower
cribble
in pain.
What kind of life is this even.
I wish I had legs,
so I would be able to walk.
Walk away and plant myself.
Become a seed.
And at last;
become
my
own
flower.