Loneliness, a venomous dispair, runs through your viens. It slowly rips you apart. You dont notice until the last drop reaches your fast pounding heart.You then realize what has happened. A gracious rose cuts you with its thorns,a single drop of blood falls, you are saved as the slow moving pioson leaves your body. A single flower has saved your life, and the vile of depression is burried deep within its grave.
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 4:06 PM UTC
Loneliness, a venomous dispair, runs through your viens. It slowly rips you apart. You dont notice until the last drop reaches your fast pounding heart.You then realize what has happened. A gracious rose cuts you with its thorns,a single drop of blood falls, you are saved as the slow moving pioson leaves your body. A single flower has saved your life, and the vile of depression is burried deep within its grave.
