Everything dies,
No exceptions.
The seed is planted in the fertil ground,
Dropping from the mother it will never meet.
A green shoot sprouts up,
Tender and lively,
Growing up strong and beautiful.
The green leaves produce its food
With the miracle of photosynthesis
While a princess gazes into its beautiful petals.
But no matter how inspiring it may be,
Nature steps in,
Wilting first the tips of the leaves
Traveling downwards,
Killing the roots and destroying all health
Until it dies,
Being forgotten by anyone who ever once cared.
I used to be that flower,
Lovely and intelligent,
Kind to everyone around me.
Nature, serotonin, anxiety, anorexia, bulimia,
All cut me off from the spring of life.
There's only one difference:
I can cut my own stem to end the pain.