Slowly dying, close to death
Like my mind never rests
My mental state, just like the plant
Slowly dying, close to death.
But he is mending me, the man I love.
The way his red hair sculpts his face
The way his hazel eyes light up when he sees me.
The way he smiles at me and lights up my world.
Like a light bulb that never fades.
The way his eyes fill with happiness when I say the words.
The way he holds me close like I am the most valuable thing in the world.
Like I was fragile, and close to breaking.
I am, I shall admit, mentally, dying like the plant I picked from the bush today
But he is helping to repair it.
He is my fixer upper.
We work to build and better each other.
But the way he looks at me, helps to put my thoughts together.
The way he talks about me lights me up.
He is building my mental state back up.
He is my light.
My mental state, changing back
Back to life, unlike the plant.
Months later I've realized,
He was just prolonging my downfall.
His love faded in his words, the light faded in his eyes when I said the words.
He no longer could build me up. He no longer had light for me.
The light was more harm than good.
The light damaged my heart and life in the long run.
So, I cut off the light. Better to be in healthy darkness, than unhealthy light.
Then not long after,
The only lights I had left,
My friends,
Left me. Alone, abandoned.
My mental state reaching a low,
A low that before, it's never reached.
Closer to dying than before,
On the verge of death.
I have no water or light, to prolong the life
Nothing to make me better.
So once again, I sadly say.
My mental state is like the plant,
Slowly dying...close to death.
I realized I was wrong, in saying there was no light.
There is three.
Three lights, guiding me. Helping me. Soothing me.
Three.
Probably only one of which will remember me after this year.
When we go on our separate ways,
Leaving what we once knew,
They might forget.
And that's okay. They are helping to bring the life back in the plant.
Giving it light, and care.
Building it up better than before.
One of which has never left.
My mental state is no longer dying like the plant once was.
My mental state is actually healing, even after losing those many people.
They all damaged me more than healed me.
They were killing the plant.
They were the sucking the life out of it, and saying it couldnt be upset about it, saying it couldnt do anything about it.
They left
And the plant weeped for days.
Until they got back to other plants. Plants who cared and helped them.
