You tried planting seeds in my heart,
But somehow they landed in my lungs,
Although the blooming  flowers are a beautiful work of art,
I feel like I no longer can breathe, nor run.

I threw some seeds in your heart,
I watched as green spread from the seed,
But instead of the flower I expected,
There were stinging weeds.

I took a step closer,
To touch what I grew.
I expected something soft and tender,
But instead I was stung by you.

After collapsing one night,
When the flowers started killing me from within
I decided it's time to fight
I poored a bottle of herbicide down my throat.

Instead of killing the flowers,
It just made me numb,
It dripped from my throat to my heart
And turned me into this monster I've become.

It's killing me...
And you couldn't be bothered,
I'll never be the same
and you're frolicking in a garden filled with new flowers.