I am a slow dying flower,
I’ve been deprived of rain.
My petals are wilted,
They’re shriveled and pained.
I am a young child,
Growing up too fast.
So pure and so innocent,
But those traits, they won’t last.
I am a teenager,
So lost and confused.
My mind, it’s been wiped,
My body’s abused.
I am hopeless,
Good for nothing and lost.
But soon this suffering will end…
No matter the cost.
