seeing the pain through your eyes
knowing everything i do doesn't work
i cant help
your emotionally drained
each scar on your body because of the war you faced
and it gave you something to remember
every cut you made
i see a little plant growing out your wound
and its getting bigger and bigger
until it sprouts to a beautiful rose
sometimes a tulip or even a daisy
its sad having to see you suffer
to finally see your beauty force itself out your body
wanting to breathe
wanting to grow
the more it grows
the closer to your death
your body is protecting your garden
little by little
the thorns pricking at your skin to escape
finally the blade took charge to unleash the beauty of those flowers
knowing its best to escape
because your dying
knowing i cant help you
sadly i have to watch your flowers grow
and the worse part about it
some people are watering the plants
and its not even you